I was in bed, alone, at quarter to one in the morning, having a silent disco to the Bryan Adams hit “Run to you” (complete with air-drum-solo) when I started idly perusing the internet. As you do.
I went the traditional route of almost all late night internet searches – random thought, search, rabbit hole of further questions, introspection, existential crisis, cat picture – followed by googling the kind of thing you would throw out to your closest friend (because… you don’t really expect a coherent answer but you just feel comfortable enough to ask and find yourself blurting it out before you can stop yourself).
And then this happened.
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Which is the point at which I decided that Bryan Adams is clearly a gateway drug to internet search fuckery and eventual squirrel/tit weight correlation and therefore should be avoided at 00:45.
It was probably on a late night special of ‘Blossom’ and I missed it.
The Mottled Macaroon 