Reading the whole sorry thing about Andy Ditch reminds me of somebody I used to class as a 'friend'.
It was more out of pity than anything, and TBF he was at least bearable years ago until he became a 53 year old fat ginger whining sack of crap who would threaten people with violence and then run away crying when they said 'fine, let's fight.'
When his mother was dying, he insisted on putting his head on her stomach because 'he wanted to be soothed' - fuck that his mother was about to leave this world, HE mattered more.
His sister's (older - 60 and 5

flew into a rage with him and he screamed in their faces that they are 'horrible bullies who've made his life unbearable' and now because they refuse to speak to him they're 'mean' and 'stupid'.
I've got a feeling that one day he will totally lolcow out - I saw him in the local town centre this morning screaming at an elderly woman in a car park because she 'took his disabled space' (he's as much disabled as I am the reincarnation of Christ) and threatened to beat her up before he was surrounded by other shoppers and quickly sped off towards McDonalds because fatty ginger needs his McLovin.
He's diabetic and doesn't want to be - yet he'll go through chocolate and burgers (perhaps even chocolate burgers) like a hot knife through butter.
Anyway, yeah, fuck Andy Ditch with a roasting hot demon cock and RIP to his Mum.