Death Is The Same For The One

Was It Fate? Was It Destiny?" "i Think It Was Alan Blunt.

If This Is What You Do To The Winner, I'd Hate To See How You Treat The Runner Up.

Nice Day For A Funeral.

Statues Lined The Stairs And Stood, Dotted Across The Roof. But They Had Been Brutalized By Time And The Weather. Some Were Missing Arms. Many Had No Faces. Once They Had Been Saints And Angels. Two Hundred Years Standing In London Had Turned Them Into Cripples.

It's Funny How Things Work Out Sometimes.