Jim Bowen.

He was an accomplished player of the Trumpet. No pun at all. I bet that woman remembered that every single day, haunted her, as she got fatter and fatter. Gave up on the world and took over her mums council semi, after the old girl died of morbid obesity and had to be removed from the house, through her rooms bay window, which was destroyed in the melee. She never got over that, she fucking loved that window.

She can be seen at a certain time of night, shuffling along, pushing a shopping trolly full of truly hideous indescribables, such was her life. Trying to remember where she lived and if she had enough Mars Bars to last.

If you get close you can hear her mutter. “Bowen, Bowen you ****!, you skinny little bastard. Specky, skinny, little bastard.”

True story.
 
Had the pleasure of watching Jim do a live gig in a boozer, late 80's. About 20 of us turned up at the pub, all young lads, and tbh, we thought he'd be a bit crap, but he was brilliant. One of the best comedians I've ever seen live.
That’s quite a statement.

Is he up there with Phil the face or Maguire, you know…just to add some context?
 

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