His music (are we calling him The Jervi? I kinda like that) doesn't put me up nor down, some of it is ok actually.
But, for WHOLLY non music reasons, the guy is a grade A bell end.
Candlestick Park, January 91, he's stood on the sidelines as Leonard Marshall politely invites Joe Montana to enjoy an out of body experience.........profesing to "bleed Giants' blue" (a direct fucking quote, I heard him).
Fast forward to the present day and his Sunday job as Robert Kraft's fluffer sees him spend a deal of time in the executive box at Gillette Stadium.
Paolo, that's like celebrating with Bob Stokoe and Jimmy Montgomery in 73 then ending up with a box at the Etihad post Abu Dhabi money.
The boy's a prick.