George Best
I wouldn't normally kick a man when he's down, especially when it's pretty clear he's never going to get back up again, but there is something a little unseemly about the will-he-won't-he death-bed sweepstake taking place at Cromwell Hospital this week. So carefully nuanced are the progress reports (Best 'very close to death', Best on 'the brink of death', Best 'walking towards the Reaper right now') that you may be forgiven for thinking someone nice was dying. I do hope someone steps forward, in the next few days, as the rose-tinted tributes come pouring in, to remind us what the man was really like.