Not me mate… the (presumably late) Orson Cartier.
Extracts from Phil Brennan’s spam file of sh*te from when he was County’s programme editor.
I acquired the rites to Cartier’s nonsense as Mr Brennan was spring cleaning his office and was in the process of binning some original articles that had fallen down the back of his office radiator. Once he’d calmed down as he observed me fishing through his bins, he let me keep the beer mats/fag packets that these articles were clumsily inscribed.