I might walk round Heaton Park. Not too far from the toilets.

This is all too much. No more than another two hundred flattering comments, please.

Anyway, the Heaton Park toilets thing is purely for reasons of personal hygiene if QPR get into our eighteen yard box. No other boxes will be entered.

Don't get me started on Sweeney. My favourite moment was when I stitched him up on air. Supposedly perusing the week's sporting news, I managed to crowbar this in:

"That's a terrible story, isn't it, Mike, about that American heavyweight boxer getting stabbed? Tim . . . Tim . . ."

"Witherspoon?"

"No. With a knife."

You should have seen his face.

You should have seen his face.

James, I used to listen to your late night shows as a teenager in the 80s and your footy shows with Tommy Doc.

I think that, to people of a certain age, you're part of the very fabric of the real Manchester, the Mcr that had character, the dry wit, the cynicism, the fucking Arndale, the orange buses, not the homogenised boring over populated city centre that rent a quote non entities (few of whom are from Mcr) tell us makes Manchester better than ever.

Characters like you contribute massively to a communal appreciation of what it means to be a real Mancunian and you're sadly missed from our airwaves.

Good luck to you sir and enjoy yourself tomorrow.