THE innate understanding of one another always meant whatever business Diarmuid Byrne and Sam Watson started together was going to work out, one way or another.

Their good humour and manner is infectious. Diarm, the name he goes by, hilariously scowls at Sam for going off on a tangent about weighing food, using a timer to cook his steak and talking in percentages only his analytic brain can understand. Sam stands his ground momentarily, then retreats and they move on.