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Dear nice young Mr Stoat;
There was something terribly wrong with that show, IMVHO. I defy you, frankly, to come up with a half-decent explanation as to what the hell was going on there, in the dark and sick world of Aubrey.
(I will personallly get you a milk stout, port and lemon or toasted tea cake, dear, if you've a good argument to offer, but, and I do have to stress this, I've never set much store by all that existential nihilism stuff. Just so you know.) |
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