If I might share my own salve to the shittiness which grips us, and indulge myself with a little, probably too much, personal background:

'My Kind of Soldier' by Guided by Voices.

In my native Northern Ireland we had polymer notes about 10 years ago. They were pulled from circulation after an audacious bank robbery.

This article has locked all the doors.
Locked all the windows.
Blown out the Candles.
Switched off the Band-Saw.
And hidden the Gold.
But it has forgotten about the Poison Sockets.
Poison Sockets are full of Poison…
…Switch them off.

I pitched this 3 Years ago!

Or that dog-lady Remade in the Brothel.

Hell yea!

Which game-world would you feel most comfortable, should you be imprisoned within?

The Fall's Hex Enduction Hour - it's half-tumbled drunkenly down the stairs before you get anywhere near pushing play.

I love when the Italians kick off with one another.

I love when the Italians kick off with one another.

The Picture
Popping two bubbles there.

"Am stirrin',
am stirrin'!"