put that down it’ll only give you a chaff and anyway when was the last time you trotted into the fens and blathered over a minefield with your whippet, only to find that it took two hours to go a hundred years and by the time you realise it’s not worth it you’re already underneath the wheels of boredom and picking tunnocks teacakes from under your fingernails when there’s 100 best pop videos in the corner and a bucket of sausages waiting to be pumped through the transit of clapham with a crack magnet from penge. sort it out.