#84: King George

Fish'n'Chip man, Campbell, 1990-1991

You could usually hear George before you saw him. He was a larger (and louder) than life Greek who ran a tiny but excellent fish'n'chippie at the Campbell shops. His standard opening joke was "eat here or takeaway?" which you knew was a joke not only because his shop was so small it had no tables or chairs, but also because he'd start laughing like a manic pirate captain straight afterwards.

The Campbell shops were just down the road from the Duntroon military base so there were always a lot of soldiers in there getting a lazy dinner. Years back the Queen was due to inspect the troops there in a full formal parade, but the soldiers had asked George to stand in her place for the dress rehearshal, and this is where George earned his crown. All over the walls of his shop were photos of him in front of hundreds of troops at full attention all saluting to him. The King.

#83: Kiri Griffin

Flatmate, Mt Vic, 2003-2004

Conversation with Kiri is a multifaceted array of ingenious jests with a smattering of curious facts. One's initial impression is of astonishment at the breadth of her maglinoquent vocabulary, which soon ripens into wonderment at the way in which said parlance is enunciated in an eminently articulate and manifestly mellifluous manner.

Plus she is funny.

#81 & 82: Karen Anson & Ricky French

Vox/Guitar/Keys, Actor Slash Model

Originally Actor Slash Model was Karen, Ricky and a drum machine and they were great - insanely catchy pop with weird freak-out bits. After a while they recruited my good friend Phil Smiley on drums and I think his role was just as much about having a third person in the room keeping things sane as it was about drumming better than a machine.

Through Phil I got to know them both well and we became good friends. Some of my favourite Melbourne memories involve afternoon BBQs in Karen and Ricky's backyard - sun shining, bands playing, beers flowing.

#80: Berto Vaissiere

Furst Media colleague, 2005-2007

For a long time at Furst we had a running joke that went something like this: the office would be totally silent and somebody would call out "Hey Berto, what's the French word for baguette?" or "Hey Berto, what's the French word for ballet?" or "Hey Berto, what's the French word for croissant?"

Turns out English and French are often ze same.

#79: Michael Young

Wellington College classmate, 1994-1998

Michael Young had an awesome theory. He believed that Bruce Lee had faked his own death and was actually holed up in the woods somewhere training a militia of elite martial artists who would eventually overthrow the American government. When Tupac was 'killed' in 96 he was in on it too and Lee's forces were apparently gathering strength.

So if the revolution does come out of the woods via an army of fly-kicking, gangsta-rapping ninjas you heard it here first, courtesy of my man Mike.

13 People I Currently Know

So winter is coming and I've been crazily busy which means I've slowed down a bit on blog posts. But things aren't all bad - I've had a few other projects on the go so I thought I'd share a couple so you know I'm alive and haven't passed out in a ditch somewhere.

This is a new mural I just finished at my work. It's a portrait of all 13 people who work on the second floor of the W+K Amsterdam creative department. I'm really happy with it - we've got a good crew on our floor and this seemed like a good way to celebrate that.

Remember James Murray and Nato? I've been back in contact with both of them through this blog which has been great, they're both awesome guys. Better still, they've both got bands on the go right now (Razorwyre and Beastwars respectively) and I was lucky enough to get to draw posters for both recently. It was the first time I've done metal posters and I have to say I liked it - great to get dark for a change.

Well, hopefully I'll get back to doing the 200 People on a more regular basis soon. Don't worry, I'm still on it!

#78: Chris Hipkins

VUWSA President, 2000-2001

In my second year of university I started getting more involved in Salient, and through that, the Student's Association. Hipkins was the Student President at that time and although we used to tease him about his dress sense (Hooded t-shirts and giant sticking out sneaker tongues) he was actually a good guy.

And as it turns out, a good politician too. These days Chris is the MP for Rimutaka, and the Labour party's spokesperson for Internal Affairs. Seeing Chris elected to Parliament gave me some faith in New Zealand politics: Chris is a passionate, honest, hardworking and down-to-earth guy and if I lived in Rimutaka I'd be happy knowing he represented me.

#77: Tali Williams

Punk Mentor, good friend, 2000-2003

I met Tali at a time in my life where I was hungry for something new. She introduced me to DIY backyard gigs, warehouse parties, zines, old typewriters, mail-order vinyl, the floorpunch, roti chennai at Aunty Mena's and a whole bunch of politics I'd never thought about before. She explained feedback, took me to crusty gigs at tattoo parlours and showed me the joys of Hutt Valley record shopping and how to do a proper road trip.

In short, she taught me punk and I loved every minute of it.

#76: Mark Cubey

Arts Industry Man About Town

Mark Cubey always has his fingers in a lot of pies.

#75: The Owl

My first boss, 1991

I got my first job when I was 11. The boys would all meet at the newsagent at dawn and the Owl would drop us off at office buildings with a stack of magazines and newspapers that we'd sell in the lobby. A few hours later he'd pick us all up in his rusty tan coloured van and drop us at school, and if he was in a good mood he'd drive really fast around bends so we could play corners in the back.

The Owl had the most magnificent eyebrows I've ever seen. Majestic, sweeping things, like the tails of two startled cats.

#74: Shona Reeves

Flatmate, Tweede Rozendwarsstraat, Amsterdam, 2008-2009

Shona is the greatest listener you'll ever meet. No matter what you're talking about she'll look you in the eyes, smile, and say with emphasis: "Exactly."

Shona looking you right in the eyes is a beautiful thing. Along with my sister Elizabeth and David Bowie she is the third member of my 'people with different coloured eyes' club, and that's a pretty incredible collection of people.

#73: Fake Pete

Lookalike, 2002

The real Pete was a bit creepy and left town in disgrace. Fake Pete started showing up around town, at all the same gigs and bars. Same glasses and goatee, same weird stare. It took us about 6 months to finally ask if he was Pete. He was. Things got confusing.

One name. One face. Two guys.

#72: Sam Auger

Wieden+Kennedy colleague, 2008

When I started my new job in Amsterdam everybody at work had the impression that New Zealanders were the most friendly, laid-back people on earth. Sam Auger was to thank for that.

We only crossed paths for a month or so but it didn't take long to see why everyone loved him so much. He walked around the office barefoot chatting and laughing with everybody and he was warm and welcoming to me too. He left to rejoin the Wellington International Ukelele Orchestra on a world tour which seemed like a pretty fair enough reason to me.

#71: Kane Goulter

Bassist - Xanadu, Die Die Die, 2003-2004

You know when you meet someone who seems too cool and you try to be cool too but you say something really stupid? Then every time you see them after that you get self-conscious and end up saying something even stupider?

In 2004 we toured New Zealand with Die Die Die and I spent two weeks with my foot in my mouth around Kane who is one of those people who always has something witty to say about anything and everything.

#70: Julie

Cleaning Lady, 1990-1991

A few days after we moved into our new house in Canberra we had a knock on the door from Julie. She was a slightly nutty old Greek lady who told us she'd been the cleaner to the family that had lived in the house before us and that she would like to continue her job. My parents didn't (or couldn't?) say no so Julie started showing up.

I always thought that part of the job of a house cleaner would be to appear as inobtrusive and invisible as possible. This wasn't Julie's style. She thought of herself as a decorator as much as a cleaner and we'd often come home to find the mantelpiece re-arranged, pictures hung in different places, your sock drawer and your t-shirt drawer suddenly swapped or even a whole new layout of furniture in the lounge.

#69: Idge

Owner/Engineer, Soundpark Studios, 2005-2007

Hidden away in the suburbs of Melbourne, Idge has built a fortress. Hidden behind the image of a disused warehouse space is a series of busy band rehearsal rooms, and hidden inside that is Idge's masterpiece - Soundpark Studio. It's an analogue recording studio built from an amazing collection of vintage equipment and mics, capable of recording both digitally and onto gorgeous 2-inch tape. Like Idge himself, the studio looks slightly ramshackle - but when you see it working it's a thing of beauty.

Outside the studio Idge is a quiet and mellow guy. He shuffles around the rehearsal rooms communicating with subtle nods, shrugs and eyebrow tilts and you always get the feeling there is somewhere else he'd rather be. Because there is.

#68: Justin Tough'n'cool

Campbell Primary School classmate, 1990-1991

Justin lived alone with his mum who worked nights, so he did whatever the hell he wanted. Justin was the kid who showed us all the things we weren't supposed to see and told us all the things we weren't supposed to know about. He listened to NWA and watched R16 movies, skated after dark.

I was with him once while he tried on a skull ring in a shop in the mall. The thing got stuck on his finger but Justin just put his hand in his pocket and walked right out of the shop.

#67: 301 Dairy Man

Dairy Man, 2001-2003

In the Webb St days 301 Cuba was our local shop. It was a small dairy run by a camp Indian guy with a cheeky sense of humour who loved to poke his nose into his customers love lives. He would've been creepy if he wasn't so funny - whenever I went there with a girl he'd be pulling me aside and suggesting chocolates to buy her and when I went in by myself he'd be asking whether they did the trick.

After a while he decided to take matters into his own hands and boost my image a bit. For a while every time I'd go in with anybody else, at first girls but then with whoever, he'd start like this: "Ah, my friend, the extra-large condoms you ordered have arrived!".

#66: Tim Costeloe

Art teacher, Wellington College, 1994-1998

Mr Costeloe was probably my favourite teacher I've ever had. And seeing as he was my art teacher every year of high school and I never studied art again he is actually responsible for almost 100% of my formal art education.

He was a funny guy with a strange sense of humour and the ability to appear perpetually frustrated and flustered. He'd pace around the classroom muttering away, and while he liked to act like he was annoyed with us all he was actually an extremely generous teacher, full of passion and patience. We drove each other up the walls over the years but by the end of school I came to appreciate everything he'd done for me and the huge role he played in developing both my skills and confidence as an artist.

The ultimate praise you could get from Costeloe was called a 'marvelous'. When you'd really nailed something he'd throw both hands up, lean back and boom it out in joy. To this day when I put the finishing touches on something I'm really proud of I say it to myself: "MAAAARvelous!"

#65: Guy Champney

Wieden+Kennedy colleague, comic artist, writer, Shazam editor, funny guy

Even with the worst of hangovers Guy would usually still walk into work with a smile on his face. And even at his most bleary-eyed, head-pounding worst he'd still swing by my desk in the morning and flash me that cheeky grin that said we'd be going for a beer at lunch and he'd have some incredible new story to tell.

#64: Olivia Shanahan

Ben's little sister

So it's Ben's birthday party and his little sister comes stomping in, having a tantrum.

"It's not fair! It hasn't been my birthday for over a year!"

#63: Liam the Vegan

Flatmate, Cuba St, 2000

Is there anyone more annoying than a self-righteous vegan? Yeah, we get it, you're not hurting the animals, but the thing is you're hurting our brains with your smug, holier-than-thou preaching.

For months Liam ran a campaign of terror in our flat, as if him waking us every morning running parsnips through a woodchipper and his fridge apartheid wasn't annoying enough. It started with snarky comments, stepped up to post-it notes on our food and culminated in us waking one morning to find our flat goldfish in it's bowl in a frying pan on the stove with a note left on it saying 'Would you eat this?'.

#61: Sally

Manager - Railway Station Kiosk, Wellington, 1997

One thing you probably don't know about me: I have no sense of smell. I know, I know, it's a lot better than being blind or deaf but it still can get me in trouble sometimes. I forget.

In high school I took a job at the Railway Kiosk, a small booth at the Wellington Railway Station selling cigarettes, newspapers and snacks to commuters. Sally and her husband Gary ran the show and it was actually an OK job - time flew by and the other staff were really nice. After a couple of weeks though there was a problem and Sally had to pull me aside one day for a chat.

Sally is about the friendliest, nicest person you'll ever meet but she was unbelievably awkward that day, looking at the floor and wringing her hands. I knew it must be something serious. "There's been a few complaints from the staff" she said. "It's only a small booth and... well... you're farting too much."

#60: Adrian McKenzie

Manager - The Factory, Morrissey impersonator, 2004

We met Adrian through his rehearsal space The Factory. We actually couldn't afford to practice there but Adrian used to give us room time and gear hire for giving the place a vacuum once a week and chucking all the beer cans in the recycling bin. He spent most of his time alone in his office drinking cups of tea being brooding and vaguely poetic, so it made sense to us when he became Morrissey in a Smiths tribute band.

I saw him once on TV, special guest on a retro music video show. He was perched on an inflatable armchair, trying to keep a tea steady while the host threw stupid questions around and hit him on the head with a giant foam hand. Adrian stayed perfectly Mozza-miserable, rolled his eyes and said "the real Morrissey would never be treated like this".

#59: Rossco

Furst Media colleague, Dreamer 2005-2007

Ross was the most laid-back guy I've ever met. He floated along in a permanent daydream, only breaking into reality for brief moments to make dreamy philosophical statements.

One night a bunch of us were working late and the room was silent. It was quiet at first but one by one we all became aware of Ross - headphones on - singing 'The Circle of Life' from the The Lion King with great seriousness. He stopped, took his headphones off and turned around to speak. "The Circle of Life" he said, with a faraway look in his eyes: "It's true you know."

#58: Jarrod Brown

Swimming champion, Tawa Intermediate classmate, 1993

I haven't really had a proper one-on-one fist-fight for 17 years. That's more than half my life ago.

The last one was with Jarrod Brown, local swimming star and all-round intense dude - I did the old playground basketball trick where you hold someone's trackpants just as they shoot so they jump right out of them, and Jarrod didn't like it one bit. No news spreads faster than a playground fight and soon the whole school was watching us slug it out. It was pretty even and the bell rang before we really finished it, but I remember feeling weirdly exhilarated and triumphant afterwards.

#57: Mrs Hurst

My Gran's friend and neighbour, 80's & 90's

Lots of my feelings about modern art trace back to meeting Mrs Hurst. She was was my grandparent's friend and neighbour, a widow whose husband, I think, had been a sculptor and an art collector. My Gran used to take me over to her place for a cup of tea and a biscuit and it was like entering another world. It was very proper - I would have to be on my best behavior and I always felt like I was going to break something. She had a quiet voice and a European accent so I had to listen to her very carefully, but she was witty and always very friendly to me.

But best of all her house was filled the most amazing art. Art that I didn't understand but that gave me a feeling like there was more to life than what I currently knew. Something mysterious, sophisticated, elegant and complex, but also somehow dangerous and exciting.

#56: Torsten M├╝llenberg

Flatmate, George St, Fitzroy, 2006

Torsten dressed perfectly for any situation he found himself in. The one time I got him to come to one of my gigs he arrived at the Tote in a fresh new ACDC shirt and his hair a little ruffled and showed us how to party.

#55: Neil Young

Editor, Tearaway Magazine, 2002-2004

For a while I did a lot of work for Tearaway, illustrating articles on tricky teenage subjects like transsexualism, bullying and even drawing a cartoon strip that explained the Consumer Affairs Act to teens. It was all worth it though because every time I went in there for a new job I got to tell everyone that I was having a meeting with Neil Young.

Alledaags is spreading!

That's right, the Alledaags book is finally starting to find it's way into the wider world. This week I've been working a window display (above) for the American Book Centre which is a great english book shop in a prime spot right in the middle of the city. They're hosting a book launch/signing with me there on Saturday the 10th of July, from 2 to 5pm. Put that in your calender!

Oh, and here is a link to Sonya's blog with some photos of us installing the display (Sonya helped paint the sign, and Sanne too, thanks!) and a short video she made too. On a side note, I know I'm biased but Sonya's blog rules, I think you'll like it.

#54: James Webster

Hampton Hill classmate, 1987-1990

After WWF cards and before Ninja Turtle cards, Garbage Gang stickers were the coolest thing in the Hampton Hill playground. I never had any - my Mum thought they were a waste of money - but I was used to it, it never worried me too much.

James Webster was this really quiet kid from another class, who I never really had much to do with. One day he pulled me aside and put a huge pile of the stickers in my hand. I was confused but he said they were all his swaps and he wanted me to have them. I guess he was trying to be nice but the gesture sat uncomfortably in my mind for a long time and was never resolved. Did he think I was a charity case? How and why did he notice that I never had any? Was he expecting something in return? Or was he just trying to reach out for a friend?

#53: Moni

Krazy Lounge co-worker, 2003

Turning any music up, even music you don't like, makes it better.

Moni and I used to be the last ones left after a long shift and have to mop the place down before we left for the night. I wasn't crazy for Lenny Kravitz but I was happy to to let Moni indulge so she'd turn old Len up as loud as he'd go. 2am, Cuba St, and there we are mopping and belting out power ballads like two crazy kids in a terrible funk rock musical about life as a cafe worker.

#51 & #52: Tim Brown and Leo Bertos

Wellington College classmates, 1994-1998

12 years ago Tim and Leo were two football-obsessed kids in a rugby-obsessed school. In a country where following and playing anything other than rugby is almost a crime they stuck out like sore thumbs, but they were serious even in those days: working their arses off while everyone around them tried to tell them their dream was impossible.

But right now that dream is coming true, and Tim and Leo are still laughing in the face of a world that tries to tell them what to do. They're part of a New Zealand squad that qualified for the Football World Cup ranked 78th in the world, that was meant to make up the numbers, get thrashed, be glad to be there, smile and go home quietly. But I know Tim and Leo, they're fighters. They'll push and play and stand toe to toe with anyone in the world, and that's exactly what they've done, holding Slovakia and the big name stars of Italy to hard fought draws.

I'm not usually a nationalistic type of guy but right now these two, and their whole team, have me feeling so proud of being a New Zealander. They make me feel like I can do anything.

#50: Cameron 'Skelly' Shea

Wellington College classmate, 1994-1998

Cameron was called 'Skelly' by everyone at school because he was so tall and skinny. Once someone locked him in a cupboard and our whole class stood outside and chanted "Skeleton in the closet!" Sorry Cameron.

#49: Nato Hickey

Bassist, Paselode 2003-2004

By the time we started Batrider I knew a lot of Wellington bands through drawing their posters so when it came time for our first gig we invited them all. One muso I was personally hoping to impress was Nato, the bassist for Paselode and a good friend: They were one of the big bands around town and he seemed like the type of guy who would tell me (and everyone else) straight up what he thought of my own bass playing.

We didn't know quite how much we didn't know. I didn't have an amp back then so I just plugged straight into the PA system. Nato said "Two things: You need an amp, and you need to tune your guitar. Apart from that, pretty good."

#48: The Burp Lady

Local crazy, 1994 - 1998

Running late for school was slightly scary. If I missed the train from my house I'd miss the school bus and that meant having to catch the regular bus. And the reason that was slightly scary was Burp Lady, a local crazy with a thing for school boys. There'd be no one else on the bus and she would come and sit right next to you, making eyes at you and fluttering her eyelids.

Easy enough to ignore until she'd let rip with the most disgusting wet burps you could imagine. And then go back to making eyes at you.

#47: Martin Molloy

Comic artist, Season To Taste, comics friend, 1999-2004

Martin was the first fellow cartoonist I ever met. He contacted me when I started doing my first strip in Salient and if you have a copy of the collected 'The Droid You're Looking For' you can pinpoint the date we met by the sudden introduction of hatching, mid-tones and areas of black about half way through. His first comment to me: "Your work looks like a bad colouring book".

It was nice to met someone who understood what I was trying to do. We became good friends and he helped introduce me to the world of local alternative comics. We spent a lot of time drawing together at his drafty old flat in Newtown - sitting at the kitchen table with a box of beers, the elements on the stove on full to heat the room in winter. He was a great writer - clever, inventive, funny, and a great illustrator too - he had multiple styles he swapped between, all equally strong. He played with comic language and conventions in new and intelligent ways and I'm sure if things had panned out differently he could've got a break and made a big name for himself.

Last I bumped into him it seemed like he wasn't drawing so much anymore. I hope he gets into it again at some stage.

#46: Aaron Brown

Lucien's sister's boyfriend, 1998, Salient colleague, 2002

I see the appeal of a personal uniform. Like a cartoon character who wears the same outfit every day. You'd never have to go clothes shopping and you'd have one less thing to worry about in the morning before work. And assuming you choose the right combo you'd know you were always looking your best.

Aaron Brown did this. In 2002 he had 7 black t-shirts and every Sunday he washed his one pair of khaki trousers. He swore by it.

#45: Seb Sarria

Marty's Friend, 2005-2007

Seb once put up a bandmate poster that simply said 'Guitarist Wanted. No Ani DiFranco Shit.'

#44: Sarah Maxey

Design/Illustration Inspiration, 2003-Present

If you live in New Zealand and love books there is a pretty good chance that Sarah Maxey is already your favourite designer and you don't even know it. Go on, pull your most beautiful books down off the shelf and I bet she'll be in the credits there.

In 2003 in a fit of 'I should get around that whole 'career' thing' I enrolled in a diploma in publishing through Whitireia. I didn't last the whole year - I soon worked out that there was no more money in publishing books than there was in the comics and music I was already doing - but the best thing about the course was meeting Sarah Maxey. She came in and gave a few basic classes in book design and for my internship I managed to get a spot helping a small publicist who shared an office with her. I was just licking envelopes and cutting out press clippings but it was cool to get a little sense of how she worked.

I was pretty awestruck by her. Still am actually. She is a killer graphic designer with an amazing eye for shapes and colour and compostition but unlike most really pure 'graphic design' designers she does everything in this warm, hand-made, tactile way. Her stuff is always simple but complex and she is a master of hand drawn type. The best. Look up at my little rip-off in the banner header, you'll see she was and is a huge inspiration to me.

#43: Jamie Norris

Classmate, West End Primary School, Palmerston North, 1986

I didn't have a lot of friends at West End but moving on again was still tough. So it stung when I told them all I was leaving and Jamie Norris said 'good' and everyone laughed.

But he was right, it was good that I left Palmerston North.

#42: Dom Hoey

Pedal Faster Drummer, Should-be comic writer, 1999

When you draw comics you get a lot of suggestions. Perfectly well-meaning people don't get that you're busy, or their idea sucks, or that you actually enjoy coming up with your own ideas, thanks. Everybody busts out the odd 'Hey I had this idea for a comic' and that's all fine but there are some people who just won't leave it alone. Every time you see them they're already at 'hey you should draw..' before you've even said hi.

Dom was one of those guys, but in a good way. I met him when he was drumming for the Wellington hardcore band Pedal Faster, before he moved back into auckland and became MC Tourettes. We met a few times at parties or after shows, and it wasn't long before he became a top-of-the-line comics-suggestion guy. Dom was one dude who I loved to hear ramble. His ideas were either downright amazing or at the least entertaining, and there was plenty of them. I really wish I could remember them better, we were usually both drunk.

I remember one great story about a gang of kids with different pieces of fruit for heads. It was sharp, funny and well told. Could've been a classic by now.

#41: 'Uncle' Angelo

Second-hand car renter, Melbourne, 2004-2007

In 2004 Batrider had a problem. We were playing a lot of gigs, which meant a lot of transporting gear, but we had no wheels. Across town, second-hand car dealer Angelo had a different problem. By night his car yard was locked up and all those cars were just sitting there not making him any money.

We got to know Angelo well. We'd rent whatever rust bucket old van or station wagon he had in the yard (for a while it was a red Postman Pat postal van), sometimes just overnight, sometimes for a a weekend. He never saw our licences, we never signed anything, we just flicked him some cash and he flicked us the keys. If we bought the cars back after the yard was closed we'd park them in the street and throw the keys back over the fence. We slowly became friends - He lent us nicer cars when our parents came to stay so we could look flash and he once even picked us up from the airport after we'd been away on tour.

#40: Carrie Newbury

My first girlfriend, Campbell Primary School, 1991

It was true romance. Two of Carrie's mates crossed the playground one lunchtime and told me and my mates that Carrie wanted to know if I would be her boyfriend. I talked it over with the boys but there wasn't much to think about - Carrie was one of the prettiest and most popular girls in the school - so at the end of lunch I sent two of the guys back over to say yes.

We didn't really speak to each other much but everyone knew for the rest of that year that we were a couple. I drew a little 'TM 4 CN' on the bus shelter where she sat everyday after school, and at the end of the year when I had to move back to New Zealand I bought her a bone carving shaped like a dolphin. I felt pretty smooth for a 10 year old.

#39: Chris Wilson

Wellington College and Victoria University classmate, 1994-2002

You're in a department store at easter. You see a giant plastic chicken. You put a dollar coin in the slot, the chicken clucks and an easter egg comes out the slot. That's a machine right? No, it's my friend Chris Wilson. Well, for one easter at least.

He got the job through student job search and spent a week hunched over inside the chicken in the dark losing his mind. He had to stay in a constant of readiness - his only cue was the faint sound of a coin dropping into the box. If and when he heard a coin he'd press play on a ghettoblaster playing a cassette of chicken noises, let it run a few clucks, press pause and push an easter egg down the tube between his feet. He told me he was in constant state of stress too - he was always paranoid that the tape would be at the end and the chicken would would stop mid cluck. So I guess he was taking care in his work.

I'd love to know how this has affected Chris in the long term. Do you think he has nightmares about chicken noises in the dark?