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Lately I've taken to having a morning stroll with 'A Man Named T'. We'd shoot the breeze, we'd shoot the zombies and try out new intro's and sign off's.

This morning I popped out into the exercise yard and nothing....no T. I asked around, 'he's gone' they said, 'he's hanging up his mike'.

I was shocked! This guy had been at the station almost as long as Ron. How could he walk away from the News Team? Then I heard a voice in my head, not one of the usual ones either. It said 'I'm bringing classiness to those that need it most, I'm bringing sound to the deaf, sight to the blind and scotch to the sober. I can do this better on my own for this is my destiny. Stay classy Minister, keep the signal pure, and look out for my friend, Codename GT, for he's the balls'.

Then my confusion passed like the sting from a freshly slapped face. And I decided to write a verse, to celebrate the life of an old News Hound.

Let me tell you the story of a man called 'T'
A finer newsman there just couldn't be
A history of violence, glory and song
Master of the banjo, shotgun and gong
The numbers dont matter
Never tell him the odds
Smile as he brawls and praises the gods
A rabbit punch
A sucker punch
A kick to the nuts
'T' gets the job done
No 'if's' and no 'buts'

God speed old man, watch out for the bears!