All of my father's old colleagues were like that.
One chap, David Lorimer, was a fucking nutcase who started wearing shellsuits and became obsessed with some Turkish guru. He once held a dinner party where there was no food, and on another occasion got my folks out of bed at half six on a Sunday morning asking for brandy because 'he had a sore throat'. These people can barely dress themselves.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Tue 28 Jun 2011, 9:10, Reply)