How wonderful that one picture survived, though.
You can see in Eubank's pursed lips the insecurity of a man constantly holding his words inside, because he doesn't trust them. Like you say, it's his body he trusts, his defensive stance, his fists. A picture is worth a thousand words.
It's nice that you won his trust and engaged in a conversation.
We once stayed at the St Martin's Hotel, as it's in the heart of the West End, and we loved the fact that it's a little mysterious, in that the name isn't even written above the door, but good grief, once we saw the final bill, never again lol!
Haha, yeah it was them and the Sanderson which were known as the cool, hip, expensive hotels :-)
Yeah it's a real shame that the full length didn't survive; he looked so uncomfortable and out of place, and he seemed genuinely pleased that people wanted to talk to him. Like I say, really nice guy, if not a little odd :-)
Cg