The man I once knew as "Martin" and who I later depersonalised as "Mc Guinness" after my own hurt got in the way, was a no-nonsense man, serious about his republicanism.
He was also calm, yet hot-headed at times, and thoughtful.
He marvels at the town's transformation from a "quiet kind of bleak place" to a humming tourist attraction. Best experienced as a museum installation, or not at all.
His visit is captured in a 2001 short film that is included as a DVD extra. The DVD extras conclude with a piece of video art built around a loop of Sim as she beholds the fields of Kent, sensing its ancestral ghosts.
And therein lies the contradiction which is demonstrated through the death of Mc Guinness like no other.