You lucky, lucky bastard. What? You must have slipped him a few sheckles, eh? Slipped him a few sheckles? You saw him spit in my face! Oh! What wouldn’t I give to be spat at in the face. I sometimes hang awake at night dreaming of being spat at in the face. Well it’s not exactly friendly, is it? They have me in manacles! Manacles?! Ooohaaawwww. My idea of heaven is to be allowed to be put in manacles… just for a few hours.* I often watch or read the news about some horrific accident, or about a new conflict...