In which we make sandwiches for the Flat Earth Society and invent sustainable energy.
In which we hide children, mend fences, and contemplate David Essex.
In which we waterproof goat leather, avoid fires, and have a knees up.
In which we discover the extent of our injuries, and unwisely combine opiates and war films.
In which we further explore the horrors of the countryside, and administer justice via tyre sales.