Just returned from a gruelling trip to Kensington with a van-load of...well...items which have saved me a good deal of money. Surprising what the wealthy will throw away.
Hey! I wouldn't mind a belt of that stuff P20's on. If they were able to communicate, there are plenty of long dead rockers and a few recently deceased who would enlighten him as to what is wrong with a bit of sex, drugs and rock and roll! It eventually becomes a lot of sex, drugs and rock and roll! Seems like he's already well on the way...
'Find your enemy and shoot him down - everything else is unimportant.'
