Norton Fffetherbed (pronounced Fanbed) had a career was a disaster to eclipse even that of [p2p type=”slug” value=”izzy-kamezego”]. The host of a late night chat show “Fffetherbed” that was an ill advised combination of the interviewing in bed parts of “The Tube” but with a host who was a cross between a Radio 2 DJ, a virus which transmits the essence of spliff to anyone within two hundred yards and an octopus on heat. The series lasted longer than [p2p type=”slug” value=”im-a-celibate-get-me-out-of-here”] but was infinitely more damaging to the participants. Week after week for the six week run the B-Listers queued up to look like Oliver Reed on acid and moved rapidly from B-List to Z-list in a series of trouser dropping, glass smashing, [p2p type=”slug” value=”cucumber-trumpeting”], [p2p type=”slug” value=”aardvark-snurging”] travesties which was never broadcast (other than a set of pirate DVDs currently changing hands for very large sums of money).