And How's This For The Type Of Very Specific Detail That Really Sells A Lie.

I remember exactly where I was when the news broke that Kurt Cobain had, finally, begun to escape Dave Ghrol.

I was in a caravan in Wales. Amid Horses & Cattle. My Paternal Grandmother had just given me my first knife. A knife I still possess.

Now, I appreciate that some amongst us find the mere concept of time to be triggering. So I shall say no more.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suicide_of_Kurt_Cobain

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dunblane_massacre

As I am such a deeply respectable sort of gentleman.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rfSUumrTdfQ&pp (Drop The Attitude Fucker, The Queers, Off, Audio, Topic).