The morning after the drunken night before, Joseph took me on a short exertion around all the toy shops of Bristol. I was too polite to ask for the precise reason we were spending the rest of the afternoon behaving like a pair of Peodos though he reassured me he was out to buy stuff for some children in the hospital, which I just assumed was a joke.
To hazard a guess, one would assume that it is rare for people, especially Bristolian Djs to partake in such acts of kindness, even if it does boost the felicity of infirm children.
It just so happens that he was telling the truth, though all he wanted to buy were colouring in books, which I dare say, resulted in some sort of crusuade for nowhere stocks colouring in books.
When did kids lose the will to colour?
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