Phil Morgan..

Message on Facebook:

“trudy, phil's partner here. phil is in intensive care at the borders general hospital. he didn't return as planned from a wild camping trip on wednesday, & failed to make contact (completely out of character for him). tweed valley mountain rescue located him on minchmoor in his tent around midnight barely alive & severely hypothermic. he has suspected carbon monoxide poisoning & irreparable damage to the basal ganglia. the prognosis is bleak. outcome to be determined within next 24 hours. i'm very sorry to announce such sad news here, but i'm in a state of shock. Xx”

So sad and shocked to hear by text of this today, then logging onto Facebook so sad to see it again.

Hard to know what to do, just hope and wait I guess. My thoughts are with you Phil and here they are, wake up and read them.You'll understand, after all like you said Hoss: "You an me we're just the same" and in many ways we are.

Come on soldier, you an me we’re just the same. That time in Nam when all them gooks was on our ass we slipped them the finger. Mighty fine – yep, mighty fine. Then when Buddy dropped his grenade and plum blew his foot off we cracked open another beer and played Aerosmith till we could hear them choppers coming in to get us. We was fine after a shower and a bottle of Jack. Remember Phil, remember?

And Phil the crowd await in an anticipatory awe, amazed, arrested, artfully allured, awfully alarmed and all actually alliteration armed by his wonders to perform. With practice the Peanut would make perfect his miracles to perfectly perform them daily…Ker-ching!!! Performance is performance. May the Peanut and the Hoodoo-Voodoo watch over and keep you my friend.

I’m thinking of you Phil- I want to see more piss biscuit photographs.

Here's the Ju-Ju bad magic, may the magic be with you. All hail the Holy Peanut.