I met Nick when I was 15. He played bass in my favourite Manchester diy riot grrrl band Valerie and he was my absolute hero. 14 years later and he's still my absolute total hero as well as being my flatmate constantly in his underpants watching Benidorm ER on channel 5 or documentaries about Shane Lynch and his learning difficulties. He is the most positive person I've ever met and for that reason we all call him Pollyanna. He absolutely believes the best in people, even the people that he doesn't like. He argues fiercely and is often wrong but likes to challenge his opinions and he will not be a dick for the sake of being a dick. He's the first person on the dancefloor and he's the last person to leave it. He's also the only person in the whole world other than myself and Seleena Laverne Daye, who is capable of being the first one on the dancefloor without having to have a drink first. He loves dancing just as much as I do. He's all about partying hard, he gets crazy hyper and full of fun and giggles. He once vomited on an ex 90s britpopper. He once met Mikey Way and Mikey Way loved him. He's blunt and upfront and will absolutely not bullshit you. He knows all the words to all High School Musical films. He once almost crashed a car he was driving to check out how beautiful his eyes were in the mirror. He wears a cape.
Nick has seen me at my absolute worst. And he's seen me at my absolute best. He is the most supportive, positive, selfless person I have ever met in my entire life. He's my family now and I feel extremely lucky to know him.
Here's a zine I once made about him (click on images to enlarge)