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Key word there being 'mental'.
Donny walking (climbing) out was actually kind of cool. Just motioned H over ("Oi, H. Gis a hand, mate."), H hoisted him up, and he shoved himself up the wall and sauntered off, yelling that he was fucked if he was waiting on a moron and her family. Never thought he'd stay the distance anyway, so that was a reasonably fun way for him to just suddenly fuck off. Having watched Towers Of London on Bravo, it's horribly apparent that they're basically a pub rock Sex Pistols/Motley Crue with that cringeworthy combination of an articulate savvy (when sober, which was about half the time) and an almost total lack of self-awareness. I have a soft spot for that - people just clever enough to know what they want and how to get it, but just dumb enough not to realise they haven't a prayer because they're total shit. |
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