One met the other day with a rather splendid nutter of a cyclist and muso on his just having been chewed up by a tipper.
(His memory has now, shamefully, been sequestered by the luddite greenies. Live metal, die metal, ‘tards.)
The blue screen was already going up (adjacent fire station and hospital), and, since the same has almost happened to one on several occasions, one wondered how that felt to the star, the protagonist, the man.
Is it an “Oops, this is the end” feeling?
Or, with the shock and the morphine hitting home, is there a, “Hey, shit, they’re going to reboot, I am fucking immortal” splash?
RIP
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