I'm lucky, got longevity in the family. Gonna snuff it when I'm 92, though I'll have shrunk to four foot seven and five stone by then. ****ing will be a thing of the past, death will happen one day when I try keeping pace with some sexy bird out jogging and the number 52 bus will squash me and my walking stick flat. Predict your own death here!
Speedball overdose in a downtown Vegas Motel with a dressing gown belt around my neck bobbing about dressed as Burt Reynolds please....
Was that hungover on Monday I genuinely thought I was having a heart attack at one point when I was driving home. Scared the clean **** out of me