He seemed relatively unchanged, apart from the fact that he’s clearly taken to pumping iron and that, in a tight-fitting black T-shirt – his outfit on the plane – he displayed some quite impressive biceps, which he wasn’t content just to display but kneaded with visible satisfaction. Otherwise he’s still cool, quick on the uptake, available, his blue eyes fixed on yours, his hand clasping yours and only letting go reluctantly, and while I’m ready to believe that deep down he’s arrogant, self-centred and not interested in anyone, on the surface at least (which, in my opinion, does not mean that it’s fake), he’s still as attentive as ever, still as much there for the person he’s talking to, still singling them out from the crowd.