I have decided that if I’m entirely wrong in my philosophy and those ranting raving swivel eyed christian odd people are right, that I’ll end up in hell, and it’ll look very much like Cobham. Only today did I go to the newsagents and have a conversation with Mrs Bluerinse that went along the lines of this: Scott says “Excuse me, do you sell peanuts?” Mrs Bluerinse replies “No dear, you’ll need an Off License for that” WTF?