Baby, oh baby I am told
They broke the mould
When they made you
It was probably the wisest thing to do
Cause heavenly moulds lead to heavenly forms
And heavenly forms lead to devilish woes
And this is hell nor we are out of it
Oh, those devilish woes

I don't want to end up like Kolly Kibber
From a balcony, carrying a sofa into the
Beautiful spiky
Beautiful spiky courtyard

One way, the only way…

So it goes.

So it goes.

Still dwelling on the absurdity of this. As an introduction to Greenway I thought it was brilliant. Did Neville have it coming for him? Despite his supercilious nature I thought he was a bit of a genius. Everything about this was beautifully crafted, v immersive and indulging. So it goes.

I hated every single thing about this. So it goes.