Fuck me; now meteors are 'sent'. Your capacity for paranoia is spectacular and on an epic, almost deity-like scale, 53.12. You don't suppose 'they' have made you so with their beams, do you?
"We all have flaws, and mine is being wicked." James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks 1951
Sooooo, these meteors, they're rather like neds then?
Given the police failure to identify all the looters during the London riots, do you think they should turn their attention to suspicious-looking lumps of space rock? Perhaps put their snouts out looking for solar debris trying to shift TVs and jewelry at rock-bottom prices?
Greg was friends with both Throb and Simon Roberts. He wasn't known as a slack-arse only for spending so much time as a bloody student y'know. Hence my delight at finding tightening cream for him.
