For What It’s Worth…
It’s not unusual to survive my, my, myyyyyy apocalypse, because you’re everybody’s favourite Welshman,
Forged from molten steel beneath the Earth’s crust seven hundred million years ago, you are like a great big hairy Welsh crooner of iron. Which is just a well, because it’s all-out death time! And great big steel fighting machines tend to survive that kind of thing.
It’s good to know your music will live on. Truly, it is.
I think I post these because, otherwise, I don’t know how to post photos, and I’m too lazy to learn, even though I’ve got tons of time on my hands.