He certainly is - maybe they shuttle his ashes between Buckinghamshire and Spain every so often. I'm going with John Candy, John Craven and Val Doonican
And you'd be going straight to prize central, Dan! Well done, sweet cheeks. You win a delightful smile from celebrity hair-twiddler Nicky Clarke. Enjoy! Show it to your friends and family, your confessor, and the peacock that struts about in the ruins of your mock-renaissance folly. please log in to view this image
I knew a childhood of having my eardrums blasted with Paddy McGinty's Goat and the Elusive Butterfly would pay off eventually Cheers Ponders!
I thought every Irishman was friends with the mighty Val? Anyway, is there any point in me doing any more of these mysteries? The pace seems to have slackened since Judith Chalmers, but I suppose I only have myself to blame for popping the cork too early.
Dev you can have it if you like. My ex girlfriend went into one of his salons one day and he made a rude remark about her split ends and her ears and also said that not even DIY SOS could salvage the wreck that was her face so she needn't waste her money on make up. She came home in tears, told me what he said and, half asleep and not really listening, I said I thought he had a point. She moved out and it's all that poncey bastard's fault.
You can guarantee it - when she knights him I hope the Queen's hand slips and she ends up decapitating him.
