I was 20 years old absolutely broke, living in a rundown flat in Longsight, Manchester during the gang wars, when my funding for university got fucked up.

He saw me sitting at the bus stop outside his shop looking at few pence I had left in my hand while looking at the food. I had only eaten 1 meal that week and had shed 20lbs that month (I was slightly underweight to start with). Before then I had been there 3-4 times per week.

He came over gave me my normal order only twice the size and said to come back the next day for more. He kept me going for 2 months until I could get some financing straightened out.