Simon 'Blue' Robinson

He had a house in Monaco, had a house in Paris, San Bart in Washington, Leesburg, Virginia, a farm there.

Everything that he had, he'd sweated for.

So that was his currency.

Physical activity, physical endurance, physical performance.

And so that was going to be my currency as well.

It was a Greek statue of a male nude with amazing buttocks, apparently.

Amazing bum.

And Rudolph would lie on these long lounges overlooking Central Park on the second floor and summon myself and Robert to twist the statue so he could get good views of the buns.

He said, move the buns, move the buns.

No, a bit more.

Ah, that's it, good, nice.

50 grand for a pair of buns.

I mean, you know, if you work for it, why not?

You have to understand there was nothing in his life, apart from a statue with nice buttocks, there was nothing in his life but ballet.

Dance was everything.

When he couldn't dance, he choreographed, and he was a brilliant choreographer.

And so his language came from dance.

It was very shorthand.

He often used his hands in a very quick maneuver, and ballerinas could understand this because they'd grown up with it.

I couldn't.