Christmas 2003, when Chris & Gregor were living in Denniston, and Gregor phoned up and asked if I'd come round to see if I could help Chris. He was apparently naked, standing talking to a hoover and was babling incoherent nonsense (having not slept for several days).

When I was about 12 stayiong over at Aunt Betty's, with my fart spray & stink bombs, and Aunt Betty came through and shouted, "Boy, there is something far wrong with your stomach!".

Hilarious ...