Grimly Curmudgeon wrote:
We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the
drugs began to take hold. I remember MM saying
something like:

I think the worst person to come out of this was the husband of the
young mother who commissioned the Polish builder. He, the husband,
was a right arsehole.

Called Clint, iirc.

How is it that your finger hit the L & the I and missed the U? ;-)

Tim