*I remember that Winter Of Discontent, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… I was eleven…* *’Now is the winter of our discontent, made glorious summer by this son of… a toolmaker…* *Satanic? Then Kweir could be demon-strating Rachel’s black hole… /takes black sambuca shot…* *…/gulps Red Bull chaser… Ahh! So warming… /burps liquorish with medicinal tang…* … Continue reading A Fourth Turning Tale – A Toke & Tipple Shamble With Clicky