Simple Life
Quick, slap a tartar-sauce-dripping fish sandwich in my hand and pour me a cheap beer—we have a photo op with the masses!
Quick, slap a tartar-sauce-dripping fish sandwich in my hand and pour me a cheap beer—we have a photo op with the masses!
Long ago, when the mists of the Staffordshire Moorlands still carried whispers of wandering spirits, the Headless Horseman rode endlessly across the hills.