So, Lemmy died—and just a few weeks after Phil Taylor.
Here's a few favourites of mine, mostly, erm, of a certain age; rather like myself. Crack open the Jack Daniels (or, indeed, anything with mind-altering properties; no need to be fussy) turn the volume up to "window-shattering," and enjoy.
Lemmy and Phil. They will be missed.
—Daz