He has this fantasy of me being an East End barrow boy mate. I humour him on it, as it obviously enriches his life
This little sketch might explain it, mate... HIAG: "All right, Rodders?" Tobes: "Why do you call me Rodders, HIAG?" HIAG: "It's you name!" Tobes: "It's not. My name is Richard Branson. I'm a captain of industry." HIAG: "You sure?" Tobes: "Yes, HIAG! I've got a birth certificate, and everything!" HIAG: "Oh! So what's Rodders, then? A nickname?" Tobes: "No, HIAG! Only you call me that!" Etc
.. but the vast majority would still like to see Sockmeister Vs Quentin ... the shdow boxing extravaganza
Voice from the crowd: "Hit him with the left HIAG, the left!" HIAG: "He's the left today you tit, I'm the right!" Voice from the crowd: "Why has HIAG just smashed himself in the gob?"
That's hilarious HIAG, no really it is....... Once I've made mince meat of Fosse I'm coming for you mate
I had a rite log this afternoon. HIAG will tell you all about it, he always has my back in these situations
You are the original Pixie-pede, I'm afraid. The lads will not have failed to pick up your attempt to divert attention away from that fact with your highly plagiarized "rimmer" assertions.