Mick Jagger thought that was some clever shit, making it “her” instead of “his,” didn’t he? “Keef. Keef. I made the devil a waaaaady.” (You know how he talks.) And then Keef says something unintelligible, but soulful. Get to work, jackass. Where were we? England. When? The past. You’re of little to no help. Then … Continue reading Thoughts On England Without Research, Part Three: By Her Satanic Majesty’s Request