About 15 years ago a very good friend of mine spent a year or so in Australia.
One day on the beach she heard a few English accents chatting and struck up conversation with one of the group, a very polite young man with wet hair from the sea.
My friend chatted at length for some time about her nursing studies, challenges it presented, her Duke of Edinburgh award and pretty much most of her life story. The young man attentively listened, showing great interest in, and sympathy for, the trials and tribulations of the nursing career.
My friend realised time was passing on and she had somewhere to be. She began to wrap up the conversation but asking what brought the man to Oz before she has to shoot. “I’m on tour with my band” he said. When my friend asked which band he replied “The Prodigy”
Yep, she’d spent the best part of an hour yapping to Keith Flint about her life and not noticed as he didn’t have many/any piercings in and his hair was all wet and stuck to his head.
A true gent with great empathy and much time for others, by all accounts.
RIP Keith.