I'm still shitty with him as he reneged on his promise to swap an army for my pants. It's a long story.
I remember his shop in Elsternwick from 30 years ago, the ones with tons of second hand Hinchcliffe on the tables in teh front room.
Years later, after I moved to Canberra, when we bough our house, someone had scrawled a name on the cover for the electricty meter. 'Nic Robson'. And our very good friend (nothing to do with wargaming) who lived in Canberra, had known his family in the UK.
Real life is often stranger than fiction.