I hope he doesn't take offence. I listen to these at work, and piss mesen at the peter Beardsley slot. The music, tone of his voice, makes me so sad then i think, fuck it and crease up.
I seen Beardsley in my local ASDA, I was behind him at the checkout - in his trolley were 2 aubergines, sliced beetroot in a jar, weetabix 24pack, sparkling water and some razer blades. I said hello but he ignored me...when i got home i googled him on the internet to see when his birthday was - 18 Jan 1961...then i made myself a mug of ovaltine and went to bed about 45mins later - this is a true story!