rhouses Thanks brother, appreciate it. Looks like it’s sold out tho.
No rush, but maybe I can borrow your copy when I’m in your neck of the woods.
MC, basically Rhouses is going to invite himself round to yours and spend half an hour curling out an unflushable cable into your bog, while greasily thumbing your pristine copy.
I’d be pretending I wasn’t in if I were you. High voice from behind the front door like you’ve been kicked in the bollocks: “No, this is Cyril’s wife, Debbie. I don’t know when he’ll be back.”
