Peter spent hours writing down the football results into a book, he loved to go to the tanners arms on shields road, and have a drink, and come home and sit and watch the television, he would turn the television right up, and you could hear him across the hall, but he was harmless, he just could not get a direction in his life, he did not find it easy to tell people how he felt, I think is illness got on top of him alot, and did not know where to turn. But he just went on laughing and laughing because that was the way he was back then.