Re: Thought for Food?
I would require the prison doctor to mix me up something that would make me LOOK dead, so that I'd be given a decent burial, after which my friends could dig me up and I'd continue to live my life.
On the desert island I'd take a steak, medium-rare, side order of chips, garden salad, little slices of lemon and a beer. Not sure how realistic this scenario is!
Wishing I was Stanton Moore...