
I'm glad he's dead. When I was little he was supposed to be appearing in Blackpool and my Mum got tickets to take me and my little brother. We got there on the day and the cunt had cancelled. Instead we had some dorky bunch of 'motorbike girls' doing shitty tricks. What a fucking let down. I'm only sorry he lasted this long and upset that the myriad of voodoo-demises we conjured up with the 'action-figure' never bore fruit. I'm glad Eddie Kidd is a dribbling retard now too. Not because he ever let me down, just because Paul Young's wife ran off with him (I bet Paul Young was laughing when Eddie vegetized himself shortly after).
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