Well. There you are. Just say I didn’t tell you so. He told me “We’re eleven ways through this and I don’t know where to go.” But how did he know? I never trust someone with shoes like that. I mean, haven’t been the same since Bowie died. Death seemed too mundane, you know? Well. There you are. Least I know when to use two o’s. Not that that’s bloody important. I mean let it go man, let it go. Until you need to hold on to it for dear life. Because that’s all there is to hold on to. Well. Samuel said it would work but nobody believes him anyway. There you go. No beginning, no middle and no ending. Either way, most people would say that’s overdoing it. Yeah. Well. There you go.