And always I'd talk to John, but you don't know, oh, we're going down to the grave,

like, going every day down the grave, and I'm ending the day, like, oh, 1982,

or something like that.

You know, they're just weird.

Like, okay, and it's like, respects to the dead, but...

I mean, I always look at date when it's like, I can't remember when my nan died,

but I remember her birthday, and I always look, and I think,

oh, I'm going to bring my nan's birthday today.

But you wouldn't put loads of pictures on Facebook and, like, make a big fuss about it.

And then the dog died, and there was all this, and I thought,

are they going to keep doing that for you?

I was like, I'm probably fine with it.

And that's why I still do it, I think.

Bobette Farrin, I think, is my name.

And didn't you have Bobette and his tattoo?

Yeah, he still has, yeah.

His arm says Bobette on it, like that, and mask and tattoo.

Haven't you seen it?

Not really, I don't think.

And there's a couple of photos of him, too.

And, uh, 17 years...