George (not his real name), first went off the rails when he lost his mum to cancer.
I remember that time really well because her best mate also caught it in the oesophagus.
That best mate was my mum, and one of them didn’t make it, but the flowers he delivered were fantastic…….
I can’t defend the Californian public toilet business, or the perennial habit of crashing cars while stoned in North London, but Yog is quite a cool geezer in general. And nothing like the fat bespectacled kid he used to be :D
Don’t be so fckin hard to fckin judge . . . . .
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