Hmmm, even his public persona was that of a moaning whingebag.
Although I will say, that by the time I encountered him around the circuits, he was trying to grease his sons through the junior formulae. I kept my distance (Mansellmania was something that passed me by), but some of my colleagues on the fenceline were less than enamoured.
It's funny really - when people who don't know me very well (happens often in the cat fancy when you steward for whoever needs a steward) find out I'm a massive motorsport geekette, they always make the assumption that "oh, you must've been a fan of Our Nige."
Confuses the hell out of them when you say no.