Well since you ask...

There's a Christmas tree somewhere in London with a bunch of presents underneath it that'll never be opened and I thought, if I survive all of this, I'd go to that house, apologize to the mother there and accept whatever punishment she chose for me. Prison, death, didn't matter. Because at least in prison and at least in death, you know, I wouldn't be in f**king Bruges. But then, like a flash, it came to me. And I realized - Fuck man! Maybe that's what Hell is! The entire rest of eternity spent in f**king Bruges! And I really, really hoped I wouldn't die.

Posted By: tim berry, Aug 19, 10:07:05