Well then young Doorchicken, as the great Dr. J (My old man for those of you who'd forgotten) once said..
Let's see if you can answer your own question...
Never one to be held back from a good rumourazzit, I was sitting minding me own business the other day when I overhear a wee conversation.
It would appear that he of the large knotted tie has in fact entered into a relationship of the dark kind with the Camp one, and the reason that sight nor sound has been heard of the aforementioned fashionable one is that he's followed his man up to Manch where they're both living very happily, ensconced in a small but perfectly formed council maisonette in Baguley. Needless to say he wont be bringing his (or do you still afectionately refer to it as your?) Brian out to Jerry's (or wherever it is you are)
Alternatively he could in fact be coming up to his board and so is, quite wisely, choosing not to come out on a bender. All too soon that excuse will be gone tho. One wonders what's next.
As you can imagine I was stunned as I heard the news, ' Hooouw Looky was dat? ' I asked myself. We could've been wondering about his demise forever.
On the other side of the coin, I also heard a juicy bit of info that the young Quim-meister was seeking to look after me, as apparently she wants to steer me through some of her more restricted areas. I told her I wasn't in for any of that danger area malarkey though, preffering to wait a couple of days.
Bored, me? Nah, that's what I heard, honest.
Now then, anyone seen me trousers??...