In from the pub. Drinks and responsibility. Drink responsibly, kids. Don’t let them creep up on you, banish you, like, from the buildings of commerce.

One day, Gordon was walking to the shops, when he saw his good friend, Dr. Kleiner. “Hello Dr. Kleiner”, he said. “What a lovely day we’re having”. Kleiner said nothing. He’d been modified by the Combine into a lethal killing machine. Ho ho ho! The End

My house is full of lies. Delicious, malty lies.

Here I sit and play guitar, drink beer out in the country. Having narrowly escaped my trip into town (Grandaddy)

It’s in the air. It’s everywhere. Ghost Toast and Moat are with you now. Watching