How on earth do you get Mr. Chesney 'to ply you with dubious liquid?’ I can't even get him to make me a cup of coffee when he’s finished his programme. He’s far to keen to get outside and sign autographs and catch swooning young ladies and bring them back inside to revive them in his own particular fashion for my liking!
I’m left with Crazy Tracy, the cleaner, bringing me a cup in, spilling it on my trousers, which explains many a thing, and complaining loudly, sometimes when the microphone is open, about the state of the studio and how ‘Big Jim’ will give her an ear bending.
So I would like you to get him to clean up the studio and arrange for him to be in The Pig and Whistle at about 6.15 on Saturday evening with his wallet open.
Thanks.