Plan B means well, and that’s amazing
Plan B’s like that guy you sometimes bump into in Spar who informs you that MI6 have tapped your phone and that tomatoes are pumped full of water by evil farmers to make them look like they’re juicy. He means well, and that’s amazing. But sometimes it’s nice to pretend that life really is as simple as buying a paper and reading the sports pages in the bath on a Saturday afternoon. No drama.