He came into our pit canteen one day as part of a fund raising effort with the union for a proposed hospice.

He was wearing a gold track suit with a sequin cape in silver, (his old wrestling cape) and the usual gold dripping from his body, necklaces, rings etc. Oh, and the most amazing platform Doc Marts in shiny purple and gold motifs.

We were either in overalls or jeans / T shirts whatever.

We were pissing ourselves laughing.

He asked those on the "dirty" tables, (overalls only,) what they were wearing. Answer - Our work clothes.

He pointed to himself and said "My work clothes."

"Mind you," he said. "I wear the buggers all the time."

RIP