lol...yeah, if it wasn't for the restraining order, me and Stephen would be best mates. I once got to rub trouser legs with him on a tube train in Hendon. Every year I pay a homage to the great man and run off to Paris to hide in his honour. He's stopped replying to my letters despite my usage of 17th century French prose. Its such shame. You got me Frederick. I wrote this article simply because I'm a bitter old man in love with Stephen and I want to be Stephen.

BTW...you're an idiot.