I met this man in February 1977. I was relaxing high up in the branches of an orange tree in some orange groves near Netanya, Israel, when I glanced across to the other side of the tree and saw there was another bloke doing the same thing. I’d never met him before so I asked him if spoke English, which he did. In fact, he actually was English and we chatted away for a couple of minutes and we sort of immediately hit it off. Then he said “Do you know what…you speak just like a university friend of mine”. He explained that it wasn’t about the accent, it was more about my unusual intonation. I asked him “Was the university Kent?”. “Er, yes it was” was his surprised response. “Was the friend called Larry Tighe?”. Again, the response was an even more surprised “Yes”. I’d guessed it because an old school friend had gone to Kent and it had often been noted by others that we shared a very similar way of speaking. I think the similarity may have been something to do with a technique we’d developed to make ourselves understood when we’d been drinking (which in Tighe’s case was virtually all the time). It was based around very deliberate pronunciation of every syllable with clipped word endings so that they didn’t sound slurred. As it happens, whilst I have no belief in anything supernatural, I must say that that early co-incidence involving Rog was the first of a ridiculous number of co-incidences where he was a central character. I might tell a few of them one day. In the mean time, whilst in the above pic, Rog may look bonkers, he’s actually relatively normal.