Good Luck & Good Night

Such erudition, such heartfelt emotion. You feel a common bond with these people. Even in Chelsea, even with their tractors and other agriculture implements, they too needed the soothing balm of quality ethanol to anaesthetise themselves against the sensory barrage of the twenty first century. They too needed the reliable services of Oddbins to administer to their needs, and now, now they are gone, and all because of the all too familiar gods of Incompetence and Greed. Shame on you Simon and your partners, shame on you.

So a tin of Tennent's Super is out the question then?