Apart from when I post that is. They don't call me The Voice Of Reason for..... not...... actually they don't call me that all.
It took a potheaded pixie from the valleys to finally push Duncs over the edge. See that, Jocks? That’s how you break a Nigel; none of you beskirted pooves could manage that could you?
Yeah, righto mate. I spilt more beer on my tie than you ever tipped down your neck. Took enough drugs most weekends to kill a whole herd of elephants, and still made it in to work every Monday. Granted, it all caught up with me in the end and it was either stop or die. So I chose life Nancy, unlike like those Jocks in that book (which is better than the film).
