Ah I remember him well, great bloke and played some great tunes, he was a regular in the Brit and me and our maud had him do his stuff at our wedding reception, what a cracking do that was!

Remember he had this song he used to sing after a few pints of mild, about having his wicked way with a bird at the back of Tom Bows shop.

Hamlet on a Saturday night.

In the days before the town was full of idiots after 11 p.m.

Anyone else there?

I still maintain that most of the trouble in town is directly proportionate to the decline in shagging behind shops on weekend evenings. The frustrations obviously come out by knocking lumps out of each other.

When I'm Mayor, shagging behind shops late at night will be encouraged if not compulsary.

What a great idea for a Thesis in a Social Studies degree course.