Sam: No. But he died on the toilet.
Mr. Weir: Well, that's paradise compared to where the Sex Pistols are gonna end up.
ahhh, Saturday night festivities.
me, a fucking massive steak, a variety of interesting ales that i picked up (and there's more where those came from) and freaks and geeks on telly. could be worse. could be a lot better too, but there's nothing like man food to keep the old engine running.
