I was saying to Becks on the way home about what a grim start to the year it’s been. Me losing me dad, Pies with his, now Space, Mrs Flaneur, Old Man Hawkins at death’s door, hendersonjones’ tools….. A shocker.
Then she said it won’t be long before ‘you lot’ start popping off. She was surprised when I said I’d probably travel up to Yorks to pay my respects. ‘Really? Like who?’, she asked.
‘Oh, I dunno, Harvest would be one. Reggie another. And Young Fuzz’.
Let’s hope it’s a long time off. I hope Pies and Mrs F are coping ok. Not easy, is it? And where’s H at with the insurance… Thieving cunts.
And thoughts, of course, with Space. We’re here, D. X