Having come from a quiet market town I found Nottingham quite.. um... different! I shared a terraced house on Gamble St with a Hungarian refugee whose chief talent lay in attracting a succession of beautiful women, and an ex- Belgian Congo mercenary whom we were forbidden to wake up suddenly on the basis that if we did; we would be killed- Mike was normal in every other respect, being a Sales Rep for Birds Eye. Frank, our intrepid Hungarian who wished to remain childless, would buy natural products to this end- i.e. items made from lambs intestines which were actually very expensive, which he