My admiration for John Kirwan remains.
His rise from butcher boy to All Black demigod was the stuff of legend, as were his battles with depression and his public campaigns to help others with a similar affliction.
He is quirky and spirited, generous with his time and open to ideas. There is a generous freshness about Kirwan, which some of the Herald staff discovered when he came in to edit the paper this year.
JK exudes passion. There is a raw enthusiasm about his style and a lively edge to some of his ideas about fashion, food and family.
All those components hold my respect and have done through all sorts of episodes since our paths first intersected in the 80s.