Message timed out. Too many requests. Too. Many. Requests. Too many. I’m sorry, Dave, I can’t let you do that. Don’t open the doors. I’m afraid, Dave. Harry Maguire’s mum appears to be extremely upset.
And with those magical words the journey begins. A journey into fantasy, joy and beer thrown in the air, into issues of identity and national character. All of it launched with a far more accurate definition of Englishness than Sir Gareth ever managed. Specifically, the fact that nothing ever bleeding well works around here, plus some very solid evidence for always being wary of people called Jez promising tech‑based solutions for things that don’t really need solutions.
