Whilst looking out of the window with my roommate and musing on the meaning of life, cabbages and kings and whether puce is really a colour that you would want your overcoat to be, we got round to talking about Stuart Hall. Not Stuart Hall, the professor of sociology at the Open University, or Stuart Hall for boys, you understand, but Stuart Hall the some time presenter of "It's a knockout!" and current roving reporter for Manchester City's home games on Radio 5 live. In particular, we were trying to decide whether the man is (in Neil's words) a prick or not. I am in the "not" camp until someone can persuade me otherwise, partly because he did "It's a knockout!" with far more panache than Cheggers can ever hope to achieve, but because his vocabulary and range of reporting has no equal in the football reporter's world. Granted, you don't always get to find out what the score was, but I think that is where he distinguishes himself from his peers. Neil, being no fan of football (but a Jeux sans frontieres enthusiast) was intrigued.

Anyway, to prove my point, I set about trying to find a website I once saw which contained some of Stuart Hall's best ever quotations. Not a tricky task I thought. Simply search for the man on the internet and the wonders of modern technology will sort it out. But no, foiled. Once I had removed the pretenders to the Stuart Hall crown (sociologists and boys' schools in the main), all I was left with was about a grillion websites which had repeated the quote "what will you do when you leave football Jack - will you stay in football?", which was probably uttered about 25 years ago when Jack Charlton hung up his shinpads.

I cannot believe that a man that I assumed to have iconic or, at the very least, cult status does not have a website dedicated to him. Or at least a decent amount of space. Eddie Waring's got some for Chrissakes.

On the other hand, I have a sneaking suspicion that a good half of what the man says is absolute garbage and would look like nothing on earth if written down. Perhaps I should leave it to my {always unreliable} memory.