Your humble scribe only met Nick once, at the very last Inverell Forum.
But, like everyone in the nationalist scene, yours truly was regularly in receipt of Nick's news, information, rants, solicitations and, perhaps most importantly, his incisive, inciteful and occasionally obscene observations on "life, the universe, and everything".
Anyone with half a brain (and I'm sure Nick suspected that was all any of us had) knew that he was on borrowed time. Indeed, he had been on borrowed time for many years.
Now, he is gone.
This author didn't know him well enough to call him a friend. But Nick Maine was a true friend to all nationalists. Many he never met, and many he never knew existed -- but we all knew him.
The emails were relentless, as were the continual calls to action and the ever-present sub-text: what the bloody hell are you lot doing about it?
We will give the bastards hell, just like you told us to.