Whew lads, what a ride, eh faggots?
Who’re the good guys?
Who’re really the good guys?
Who are the bad guys?
Who really are the bad guys?
Long, maybe overly drawn out introduction, with much erroneous date fagging and high expectations of a swift and fatal conclusion before the opening curtain had even finished tracking off the stage, but it is an epic movie of epic proportions exposing the vast tendrils connecting the whole filthy spider web of moral and physical corruption that has enslaved the world for the past untold generations; how could it end so swiftly?
And here we are, agog, awaiting with baited breath the roller coaster ride that will be the final act of this exquisitely scripted masterpiece and genius and then, the denouement
Greatest. Film. Ever!
On a side note, I've just cracked one of my blackberry wines, with a touch of summer fruits (raspberries, red currants, black currants, finished off with some blueberry for colour), fermented and matured with some oak chips from my own English oak tree and, as a first time experiment, as a former restaurateur and bon vivant,I say it is absolutely delicious, top notch - fruity and dry with just the right balance of tannins on the front of the tongue. I am stoked with the result. I would pay £10 for a bottle of this, It is light and fruity and would be perfect on a long, lazy summer afternoon. Damn shame they won't last till then.