Russ Inkle

The clothes don't make the man. It was clear that he was a very intelligent guy.

I'd have to say Eric would be my best friend. And we were pretty much in sync. Two young left-wingers, you could say.

Helen and Eric's relationship was very volatile. So they would yell and shout at each other, really yell and shout.

One day we were out playing cricket in the backyard and someone said to Helen, oh, you've got quite a tummy, Helen. And it turned out she was pregnant.

Glenn was born, and it was the size of a pound of butter. Just this tiny little thing.

We were away camping, and Glenn's helping him pull out ten pegs or some bloody thing. He wasn't doing a particularly effective job. And Eric yells at him, you're as useless as tits on a bull, Glenn. This is a seven-year-old kid.

Eric didn't have the role model.

A couple of months after Helen died, Eric was not in a good place anymore.

It was a really wonderful holiday, just the four of us.

And you're looking out on this amazing array of stars in the sky.