Back in the Americas, I was flagging down cars using my good old thumb like the chancer I am, and a lovely thumb it fucking is, and I flag down this fella, who offers me a ride and all was well until we get behind a truck bearing steel pipes and it's almost needless to say that it wasn't a good idea to take much of a gander at him after that.
If you notice yourself tripping over two left feet, unable to light a cigarette, or accidentally lighting fires, look around for Laura and maybe take a couple of steps back. But I never thought I'd see a grown man struggling to pack his wings back in.
Ah fuck, I need a drink. Where'd the bar go? Is the bar gone? Why is the bar gone?