I can't believe Vincent's gone.
I loved his dodgy fashion, his 18th Century duelist's head on the body of a 12 year old schoolboy, his Sidcup accent, his cartoon surname, his room-sized nose... but I didn't love his Jim-love.
What a c**t Jim has turned out to be. What a Brutean stab in the back in the boardroom: "Vincent probably had more gusto than substance." Jim, you are Everyc**t™.
I look forward to your bollocking and dismissal.