In those days, also, Jim used to keep an eye on one or two of the people who lived in the retirement houses at the back of Kettle’s Yard. Old Mrs Brookes, I remember, was rather infirm so one of the things you did was you always popped in to see Mrs Brookes in the afternoon and offered to put the kettle on. Looking after Kettle’s Yard was quite a wide ranging experience and it did involve other people as well. There was an old tramp who used to come past that Jim was very fond of who always came at about 10 o’clock in the morning and Jim said, ‘Now don’t be worried if you hear this strange noise outside the door because he doesn’t talk to himself, he shouts, and sometimes he gets quite worked up and you get worried, you know, you wonder what on earth it’s about’. He said, ‘But don’t worry, he’ll ring the bell and when you open the door, he’ll say ‘morning sIr’ and hand you his tea tin’. He said, ‘Whatever you do, don’t let him into the house, I never let him cross the threshold. But take his tea tin and he’ll wait patiently while you fill it up for him’. Sure enough, exactly the same thing happened. I heard this terrible commotion outside, this man who was ranting and raving and as soon as I opened the door, ‘morning sir’, and there was the tea tin. That was at 10 o’clock on a Wednesday morning and at 2.30 in the afternoon, the actor Sir Ralph Richardson was on the doorstep saying, ‘Where’s my friend Jim? He never goes away, why isn’t he here?’ So it was a fascinating experience and I think probably it did make me feel that I wanted to work with the arts in some way.