The ever-lively Rob McGibbon is trying to identify the man who parted with his body in order to pose with artist Damien Hirst. Do you recognise the soul, who is probably dead now? Perhaps you recognise him as a former lover or husband, someone who in bed heaved and humped before a grunt and an eight hour snore. It couldn't have been a very pleasant experience. Or perhaps he appeared as an extra in one of Guy Ritchie's gangsta movies or in EastEnders, as one of Babs Windsor's long-lost bruvvers. Do tell me (or Rob whose delightful blog is here).