I miss that crazy Evertonian from the park end who used to film going to goodison and himself in the ground. I looked forward to seeing what bag of treats he'd unfurl at half time, "oooo a breakaway and a bag of flying saucers washed down with a nice um-bongo, yummy"
He was a flat Earther and reckoned he proved it on one of his YouTube videos by climbing to the too of Blackpool tower and looking at the horizon. He had the tower guard convinced or so he thought, but it's Blackpool and makes the slaughtered lamb pub in American Werewolf look like Trinity College Cambridge.
Whatever happened to him did the government bump him off or something?