"Oh shit" said Brother Michael, "I hadn't thought this through after all." .,,.
Saves me a lot of trouble to have my script wrote 4 me. Ta. Bit of a cheapo tho, maybe, eh Musko?
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Jack -- I actually did always love him. Literally one of my dearest friends, for all the perverse bloodyminded old sod he could be when the fit came on him. It was my wife Valerie who took the call from Jenny that day. "Peter Bellamy's dead," she said over the handset to me. I bust into tears without waiting to hear any more. "Why, what will you do when I die?" asked Valerie anxiously a bit later when I'd eased off a bit. "Oh I'll cry then too," I assured her. & I did, of course...