‘Fuck me, a song. A song… What the hell did we used to sing on the playground? London’s bridge? No, too short. Headless Jack? Nah, no thanks, I’d rather not see what happens when you sing a halloween song in this place. Jack may have made a deal with the devil; that doesn’t mean I…’ Handy had to mentally facepalm as he made the comparison between himself and a figure of folklore and the rather unflattering similarities that were to be made.