A dear friend of mine, singer and ballet dancer for a band I always loved, one day collapsed on stage. Turns out he had a massive brain tumor. He retired from music and is now gardening a lot. None of us - even his family - expected him to survive.

He's living a very peaceful life these days and I love that for him. Needless to say his garden is to die for.

Well, that's on you, really. :D

Any chance you and your friends can hijack a decent State and dig a giant moat around it?

50 quid? Nah, I'll pass until it's down to 15 quid max.

27 Grand and the bottle just sits on the shelf?

I demand a C=64 built into my headstone, displaying "ready" and a flashing cursor.

We all miss Adam West.

That was a very unexpected and wild ride through Wikipedia.

Samwell - What what

Not precisely CCTV, but national television in a small country. I recently moved to a new gaff, renting the upper floor of my landlord's house.

Let's just say it's the sort of place where everyone knows everybody and it's relatively easy to become the talk of the town.

Hanging out with my punk rock friends and bandmates after work hours.

National television interviewed a nun while we were walking by. Most of them did the 🤟 sign while hurling slurs against Christianity and whatnot. I tried to cover my face as best as I could like "yeah, sorry about that, they are drunk and shitfaced as hell".

Came back to my gaff and my landlord was laughing so hard.

"You didn't notice the second camera filming from the other side?"

Right, let me just dig a hole in the garden to crawl into and die in, will ye?

I love beavers.

Unfortunately, this is true.