Conor Gilmore

ALT After the show, the production team said, “Right, where do you want us to deliver these?” And I was like, “Woah! Woah! You can’t deliver a gazebo. I’m in a shared house!” So I spoke to them during lunch breaks for quite a few weeks, saying, “I know you’ve got to get rid of the stuff, but I genuinely have nowhere to put it.” I had to ring around – this is before the internet – and find a storage facility. It cost me £100, plus £10 per item per week. Absolute nightmare. So my money’s going down, I’m paying to store some tat. And every day when I walked through the fracture clinic at the hospital, a nurse would say on the microphone, “Brian Gilmore! Come on down!” I used free ads to try to sell the hot tub and the conservatory, and they generated no interest. That was depressing. I found someone to buy the big freezer and the microwave, but had to pay to get them delivered. And I wasn’t able to sell the fridge-freezer for its RRP. I had to sell it secondhand as I had already owned it.