Personality
Nigel's personality is very similar to that of his son Austin, especially in regards to their womanizing and their love of lewd humor. Nigel, like his son, is also a well-respected British spy.
Despite their similarities, there is some tension in Nigel and Austin's relationship. At the beginning of Goldmember, Austin sings "Daddy Wasn't There" which refers to his father's failure to show up at important events in his life including his recent knighting. Austin feels neglected by his father and on his "List of things to do before I die" his last entry is to earn his father's respect. Nigel, for his part, seemed oblivious to his son's resentment considering their friendly relationship. There is a possibility that the reason Nigel gives Austin no respect is Nigel needs Austin to find his own self-worth before he gives Austin any approval. However, Austin complains that Nigel was more focused on being Austin's friend than being his father. However, the two reconcile by the end of Goldmember.
Nigel also harbors a strong prejudice against the Dutch people, a prejudice that spills over onto Belgians because they share a border. He is presented as humorously hypocritical as, along with the Dutch, his greatest hatred is people who are intolerant of other people's cultures.
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