But I can particularly remember Mike rushing out of a tourism business—you know, he'd been in there, talking genuinely with all the people, and he rushed out on to the street, saw the first person there and said "Right, drive me to the next gallery.", and I remember this West Coaster turned around and said, "I'm not your bloody driver." But, of course, Mike didn't flinch; he just carried on. He treated everyone with dignity, with respect, and with kindness. 