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)

Today I recieved a letter, the letter stated…

“Dear Mr. The Neville

Today you have not paid for your bill. You will be cut off now.

Sincerely.
Egg”

It wasn’t Egg, the credit card company, it was Egg, the person who supplies me with eggs. I haven’t been paying my bills, y’see, and forthwith from hereon in, I shall recieve no more eggs. Moral of the story? There isn’t really one, but if there was, it would be -”Pay your bills”