I used to like him, and had the pleasure of sharing his company for a drink on a couple of occasions, the last time after the gig on the peer in Great Yarmouth. However, the following night, in Cambridge I saw a different light to him. As mentioned on here just a few weeks ago, when Moz threw a fan out for calling Julia the C bomb. Boz didn’t hear it, as evident by the look on his face, but when called upon by his paymaster to bite, he jumped into action like a guard dog. He didn’t care who it was, Moz clicked his fingers (he actually just said “Boz”) and like a good boy he jumped to action. He went right down in my estimations that night, despite being a gent the night before.