Let me tell you about my mate Ziggy. Hair like Steve and an overall butcher boy next door vibe. He gives off a tough facade yet once you talk, you can see his swishy soft side. When I first met him he was a real weirdo, no home. no money, nothing. When I offered him some cash to wash my car, you know what Ziggy said, “but where would we hide it all? How much does he think I would pay him? I’m not going to make him rich or anything.