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Marty came out of hospital over the weekend - his giant girlfriend carried him out. I went to see him and we had a brief chat but he wasn't particularly focused. He was unfocused. He was unfocused and uncommercial. We exchanged a few pleasantries and reminisced a little, anyway. I talked to him about the old school days and mentioned Bozza and Plappy and Marty suddenly said that he remembered Bozza and how he was the one who was football mad and would only ever talk about football and how he gave Marty that stripey scarf with 'We All Agree, Marty Parmy is Magic' printed on it. I tried to explain that that wasn't Bozza and that Marty was thinking of Smiffy, but he was unfocused so it was no use.

He remembered Plappy again, though. He remembered Plappy from when we all worked together. He started talking about that time Plappy shat in Marty's shoe and Marty didn't even realise. He asked me if I knew if Plappy remembered that. Well, Marty says he remembers it like it was yesterday. It was a lunch time when Marty was using the gym showers. He didn't use the gym at all but he used to use the showers at lunch because the air-conditioning used to make him sweat. He didn't even realise Plappy had done it and was walking around that afternoon followed by that disgusting stench. He was telling me all of this again and then suddenly he pulled out the actual shoe from his desk drawer. He's kept it preserved in a sealed plastic bag.

Well, Marty suggested we all meet up some time. He said it would be great to see Bozza again but, to be honest, the way he described him, I still don't think he has a clue who Bozza is. What he really seemed keen on was seeing Plappy again. He said he wants to see Plappy. He asked me to ask Plappy if he'd be able to make it for a get-together. He says he knows a special place where we can meet - it's an old disused brick factory miles from anywhere.