Bought a contact mic off him, back in the oughties, many moons ago.
It's never failed. Not. Once. Never broke. And that mic's been everywhere with me.
It's the glue, apparently. The glue he uses.
I popped a pair of cans over my wife's head and played this while she was boiling the kettle for a hot-water bottle.
"Why are you playing me weird bird noises?" she said and shot me one of her signature 'fuck off' grimaces.