Like Icke

Having a look at David Icke's website is always worth a laugh.
We all remember David don't we?
Having spend years as a buttoned down sports presenter, the ex-Coventry goalie went completely off his cake a few years ago, took to wearing purple robes and began to predict world shaking events which occurred solely in his alarmingly befuddled head.
He's now on some convoluted conspiracy kick about beings he refers to as the Illuminati who are taking over all the world's Governments with a plan to ultimately enslave the world, Mars Attacks style.
It's certainly a nice of way of convincing yourself that people aren't all just cunts, fucking up the world quite brilliantly without any help whatsoever, but I have to ask, is that what working on Grandstand does to you?
If so, don't be surprised if Gary Lineker locks himself in the commentary booth during Euro 2004 , daubs "I am The Nazarene !!!" on the window in his own shit and attempts to escape five days later wearing Alan Hansen's skin as a disguise.
The next thing is you'll hear good old Frank Bough has been found in a seedy London leather den, encouraging a young prostitute to beast his world weary old bum hole with a silver butt plugg! Eh, hang on a minute...