I've taken many pictures of the man since I first met him in 1988, and he continues to be as gracious as ever. Too many of my images have ended up gracing his albums to be serious.

As you can see here, I'm playing around with a flash, and my loathing for the device is obvious - I don't know what the heck I'm doing.

It is the first evening of 2000 and Patrick has pulled his tiny sofa from his tiny front room and into Shakespeare Road for an impromptu photo shoot.