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Give me the eternal rest of oblivion anytime. Unless I can have eternity to ride my bike through lovely countryside, swim in the sea, read science fiction short stories (from the 40s and 50s), plant trees, work in my garden, screen print, dance all night at Twmpaths, sit in pub gardens with a Sunday paper and sit 'round a fire on the beach with my friends. That's my idea of heaven.
AND, have the company of my gentle, lovely dog, of course. Oh, and my wife.
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