Last time I saw him he was doing that funny little pint-in-hand (ice cream in the other hand I kid you not) walk across the beach in front of me. Latched himself onto some poor woman playing with her young daughter in the sand nearby. He tried for a good while to engage them in half-drunken boorish conversation regarding his home town (Coventry) before finally getting the message. At which point he began to walk away all surly-feelings-hurt theatrics, finally retorting: ‘SEEYA! wouldnwannaBEEYA!’