BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEEEP BEEEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
It is the familiar sound of a text message.
At the thankfully unfamiliar time of 7:15am.
“Please can you bleep out all my swearing? Please?” asks Fat Jim in the message itself.
It is the morning after the night before, and after spending thirty minutes dropping the C-bomb like a seven year-old who has just learnt his shocking first swear word, Fat Jim is remorseful.
“No.” is my swift response.
It is important that people know what he is like. It is all well and good people thinking he is funny, but then they don’t have to welcome him into their home after two bottles of red wine.
“Please take out the swearing. Please please please. I have a hangover.” he continues in his reply.
Making him beg whilst suffering a hangover creates an entertaining mental picture, but in reality it is too late. The podcast had gone on-line during the night and many iTunes users had already downloaded it. I would not be making any edits.
“People are going to think I am a complete tit.” he concludes.
It is possibly the most insightful comment he has made in all the years I have known him.