BHJ has gone and been brilliant again.
Sometimes I get jealous/avarice of brilliant people. I want to chain them up in a basement and keep all their writing / singing / songwriting / paintings for myself. I want to hoard them. Shove them between the books in my bookcase. Clog up my cupboards with them. Have so many brilliant people laying scattered about my home that there are only little narrow walkways left between essential parts eg. bedroom to fridge to bathroom.