Nic comes to us from France, or as he likes to call it, "Fr-h-awn-se." With his debonair accent and always-just-around-the-corner persona, we think of him as our own International Man of Mystery (minus the bad teeth). Although illusive, we do occasionally spot him – nose-deep in work, earphones blocking outside interference from his webby affairs. But when and where he’ll next appear? It’s anyone’s guess.

L'homme est un mystère.