When your numbers called in the bingo game of the Gods it’s thankyou & goodnight. Many moons ago a grizzled Sergeant told me, whilst inspecting a smoking crater strewn with bits & bobs of a vaguely human appearance - ‘It’s all a f*****g matter of time & f*****g space & this c*** here was in the wrong f*****g space at the wrong f*****g time’. It’s all fate & luck - good or bad.
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