For the last time - it just ain’t country!
* Just when we think we're out, he drags us back in again.
Frankly, we’ve reached a stage of such terminal ennui with the whole Garreth Brooks saga (damn you Crusty Burke and your contagious mispronunciation of names) and we just want it to end. Please, lord, any lord, just make it stop.
I ventured into my prized trove of medieval demonology the other night, as you do, and they say the best way to get rid of a wraith would involve me going over to the man’s house, shovelling a load of garlic into his mouth and then burying him at the nearest crossroads.