So what happened to Antony Worrall Thompson? He had a spectacular, public fall from grace. He made a terrible joke, then made a terrible choice in Tesco. Fame can be a very wobbly stool.
But he didn't die. He didn't go to prison. He just... stopped being famous. He swapped a TV studio for a potting shed. He swapped applause for the sound of a coffee machine in his own cafe. Is that a sad ending? Or a happy one?
Maybe it's both. It's certainly a human one. So next time you see a jar of posh chutney, spare a thought for the big man who used to rule our telly. He's likely just behind that counter, smiling, and definitely paying for his own cheese now.
