Everybody Loves a Winner

Alone in a strange land, I don’t ask questions. It has pockets, a kingly mash, no flags; brain-dead cult worshippers. Really, just more of the same. So, then, which one are you? This guy only ever tells me the truth, a list of found items (the white blind faith choir singing!) Love is as easy as breathing; a broken heart, one man over the top.

The Government controls the newspaper and the radio.