Lay out the lilies; shed a sad tear. He is no more.
For what's seemed like Millennia Paul McKenna has hung over the Chester platform at Hamilton Square. His book aimed at boosting your confidence through pseudo science (with a free CD) has been plugged on a poster for so long there have been whispers about devilry at work. Perhaps the former Chiltern Radio DJ had used his hypnotic powers to enslave someone at Rail House, ensuring that his poster remained long after all others died. While every other campaign withered and perished, replaced by a different push for the Mersey Ferries or the Young Person's Railcard, Paul carried on. His blank eyes stared. He WILL give you confidence. And perhaps feel you up while you're under.
No more. Paul McKenna's reign of hypnotic terror has ended.
Now we have a builder doing the 100 metre hurdles. Yes, it's for the Olympics, along with everything else in the country at the moment, but I welcome it. That man in the 2012 t-shirt represents freedom from tyranny. An escape from the yolk of a madman with a pocket watch and a weirdly soothing voice. We're free. FREE.
(The ad for cancer insurance is still there though).