comedy for these boys no more.
Let's face the truth that none of it is worth it any more. I suggest that we convene up the top of the Chilterns with an effigy of Duffy Chalmers and burn him from the ringpiece through. We'll then dance on our smiling faces and shovel cocaine up our noses until blood draws from our gums and fat fluttery birds flap out from our eyes with kev's niece fluting a tune drawing tears from the inanimate Duffy.
