Bill Bailey did an excellent bit on just this topic on one of his tours
he hit the nail on the head, without digressing into a bile-filled rant.

this might be a link to it
blogs.warwick.ac.uk/simonpain/entry/bill_bailey_on
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Mon 12 Apr 2010, 17:15, 1 reply)

Bill Bailey is filled with a great deal less bile than I am, I suspect.
I'll have a look at that later, cheers.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 12 Apr 2010, 17:18, closed)

the bile-duct of a particularly angry and unwell rhinoceros
is less bile-filled than you
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Mon 12 Apr 2010, 17:24, closed)

*proud face*

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 12 Apr 2010, 17:29, closed)

they must have been good socks

( emvee cruor deo cruoris, Mon 12 Apr 2010, 17:32, closed)

It was more
the 3 mile walk in army surplus boots and bare feet at 5am (soaked to the skin having passed out on someone's lawn under their sprinkler, with an entire bottle of blue Smirnoff inside me) than the socks themselves, good though they were.

I do concede that the 3-day hangover and near-hypothermia were not O'Connell's responsibility, but I have a million and one other ancedotes to illustrate why the helmet only had about two friends at the time. In hindsight the perfect 'radio personality': hideous to look at, a repugnant personality and absolutely no knowledge of music whatsoever, as his frankly embarrassing appearances on 'Buzzcocks' amply displayed.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 12 Apr 2010, 17:41, closed)

I think my sister put it best
When she simply said,
"He's really got the face for radio, hasn't he?"
(LongJohnBaldry, Tue 13 Apr 2010, 11:10, closed)