All the amusement at the BAFTA Awards Ceremony incident aside, it must be horrible for Johnny Davidson and anyone who suffers with Tourette Syndrome.

Constant foul-mouthed outbursts that you can't control, hurling verbal abuse at strangers, and involuntarily lashing out at people.

It's only when you describe it in those terms that you understand why no one realised there was anything wrong with him until he left Scotland for the first time.

If you went by the attention harvesting shit many women post on social media, you'd be forgiven for thinking that their main grievances about being "objectified" and "sexualised" are actually just outrage at someone else having the temerity to copy something only they should be allowed to do. As though they were a child who looked out of the front room window and saw that the kid across the road had got hold of their bike and was riding around on it.

Some people are bad at taking the hint that you can't be arsed talking to them.

Was out at the weekend and some young lad, either pissed, on coke, or both, was talking to me and generally being a bit annoying.

Then he asked my name and jokingly went, "Hassan?"

Bastard.

From then on I quite liked him.

Quite amazing to be called Brandon Bashforth and look like that, and then get a Football Banning Order for dropping the nut on a steward. The brand alignment of name, appearance, and behaviour is incredible.

The bloke both looks like and has the name of a character who'd be equally at home in The Beano or Viz.

I'm not sad incidentally. Happy as a pig in shit as it happens.