Here are two twinkly-eyed, football loving everyblokes.
Both have a personal style combining keen intelligence with down to earth, homespun common sense.
Both enjoy wholesome pursuits – though one is into cooking and the other prefers a countryside stroll.
It seems the only things separating DJ Johnny Vaughan and Dean Royles, the NHS’s own personification of The Man, are the north-south divide and a conviction for dealing cocaine (Vaughan’s, for the avoidance of doubt).
So should Mr Royles be given a slot on TalkSport to ramble on about Sheffield United? Would the NHS manage to squeeze even more money out of the workforce if it was Mr Vaughan facing down the hungry masses?
Go on universe, indulge us.