I was introduced to Freddie Garrity once, when I was a kid.
I had no ****ing idea who he was.
This demented, bespectacled loon appeared in front of me, hopping about like a speed freak frog dancing on a bed of hot coals.
My natural reaction was to twat him.
My social conformity gene dicated that I stand there in stunned silence and grin.
I'm still having nightmares.
It's the ones who gave in to their natural reaction that are having the real nightmares Ernie, they're the one he made his own.
You did good Ern, sleep tight.