Gazza is wearing a hospital robe and sat on a chair.
Gazza: Me, Paul Gascoigne? Mad? All I was doing was trying to extract some uranium out of a hotel porters skull. Maybe a claw hammer wasn’t the best way to state my intent, but I really needed that uranium. I needed it to power me rocket to the moon. I reckon that’s where Madeline McCann is. If I'd rescued her then I'd be a national hero again. (SHAKES HEAD) But now I’ve been sectioned. (SIGHS) I'm only allowed one phonecall a day, so I'm gonna ring me son later. He hasn't spoke to me for a few years, but I wanna see how his move to Bridgend went. I hope he don't hang up.
ENDS