I worked there with NG Bailey (90 or 91 I think) late feb or early march I was working up one of the towers. It was so cold that you couldn't feel your fingers, so much so that I dropped a pair of pliers and down they went hitting a handrail below on the way down and taking a wicked deflection taking them on earthward with great spread. The said wicked deflection took them out with the barriers that had been put in place below. I could see this figure with scaffold boards over his shoulder walk into the flight path of the pliers and struck him square on his hard hat. He collapsed like a cheap tent. I got my mate to get on the radio for a medic as I made my way down the ladders, the closer I got the bigger the guy lying sparkled on the deck became. I thought feck this guy is going to kill me. He was on his feet by the time I got to him and expected one of those shovel hands knocking me into next week. He couldn't have been nicer, his hard hat had split in two but he was in injured. That was my first encounter with the man. I met him many times since and used to joke that I was the last man to knock him out. He was a proper gent.