In his day, Ben was a six foot beanpole. Some time after he had started playing for Saracens, he came to a meeting. I didn't manage to recognise the guy who looked like a redwood tree from the beanpole, if it weren't for the voice being unmistakably Ben's!!
Echo all the sentiments above, and always enjoyed watching him drive. He and his Dad handed RC a new word. When the cells went flat, Ben would yell "Dad, it doesn't durate!" Priceless!!!
