There’s singalongs to 80s love songs, I go to Amarillo, act like a pervert, spot a ghost lady, become frenemies with Pete the washed up anchorman, try to politely avoid some Blair Witch shenanigans, love (and lose) Sinead O’Connor and see the renovation potential of ‘The Family’s’ house.
Mostly, I just needed paracetamol.
Human being, husband, father, British. Optimism and naivety are like two blind children skipping through the unfenced minefield of his mind. He likes sitting, biscuits and laughing—but never at the same time (that would be the height of hedonistic excess)—while the best life advice he's ever received was from a box of matches, "Keep away from children. Keep in a dry place. Strike away from the body."
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