Right, so this week I somehow end up drunk on halves-that-became-pints at a 90th birthday party, give myself the hiccups in the car, fall asleep under the duvet like a confused mole, and wake up next to the coldest, most perfect McPlant known to man. And then, because life likes a twist, we go down a rabbit hole about a viral Facebook post claiming a Missouri museum spent fifty years accidentally displaying a dead bloke as a wax figure. Spoiler: it’s bollocks. But the real story it’s based on? That one's even stranger. Anyway, it’s Carl vs Reality again — me vs the nonsense of daily life, the internet, and my own decision-making after three pints.
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