am i sure the death star is going down? look at my quant. look at him! you notice anything different about him? look at his eyes. i’ll give you a hint—his name’s a fucking number!! he doesn’t even speak english—it’s all beep-boop shit!! yeah, i’m sure.
Not really sure why I'm even saying this, but lost my mum just over 6 months ago now. Handled it okay.
On a rooftop bar in Portugal last week, on a golfing trip with the lads, I absolutely lost it because it's the sort of time I'd have sent her a photo.
Grief, bloody hell.