I once had a bit of a ‘run-in’ with Minter. We both used to drink (heavily) at Wetherspoons in Redhill. Must have been about 20 years ago. He was in there every single day, all fucking day with his little band of hangers-on. Forever droning on and on about the old days. He was in a right state - proper full-blown alkie. Mind you, I wasn’t that far behind myself. One night we started arguing. I can’t remember what about. I do recall calling him a has-been, and him getting (rightly) stroppy. I was pissed, so was he. His mates had to intervene (in hindsight, thank Christ they did). Respect for what he achieved, but in the year or so I ended up in the same pub as him, I didn’t like the man. Looking back, we were both cunts. Ironically, my encounters with him ended when, for reasons unrelated to this, I got barred.
