They have to look the part, we can audition for vodka carriers down the flats can't we? I might just hang round Old St tube station on a saturday and grab a few likely suspects. We'll need to find the taxi man with the rock to be our chauffeur. O' Dowd will be delighted to welcome us to his house, I expect he'll be giving interviews saying 'I see so much of my old self in them, it's a one way ticket to destruction town'. I tell you what I am NOT having though - Elton bloody John taking us to the South of France to 'sort us out'! none of that pap, I don't want rehabilitating, do you?