I still have a secret giggle to myself thinking about the Stephen Millington (?) scandle!
I still wonder if, on his departing breath, he thought 'ohh ufck, what will the press make of this?'…
If he'd been able to have a departing breath he wouldn't be dead.
The last 3 or 4 years I have spent a couple of nights the weekend before Christmas sharing a room with Scruff, Snakebite, ST, Del, J-Claw, Walleater, and other assorted ragamuffins. I'm surprised we can all still walk straight, if that's what we were supposed to be up to.