I remember laying in bed that night listening to WNEW. For a massive 15-year-old Beatles fan, it was my first experience with the sort of communal grieving that’s so common today.

Waffle House in the imagination is far better than the lived one. The 'charm' of locals has been replaced by fantastically ignorant parents raising doomed children and dude bros watching hunting videos on their phones. The south you pine for is dead and buried.

Beat Bama, mate.

(slow clap)

Cheers, Jezza.

Elasticity is wasted on the young.

Opening guess was key.