Ah, more gas.
Val, blithely cheerful as a lobotomised baboon in heat.
Dan looking like he's possessed with the inner struggles of a Sith.
"... They hoped to fill me with fear. But fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. And hate…leads to power..." - Darth Vader.
I think you could make a series out of this - "
When men of the bog go bad".
Or, "
Where men of the bog go to die" (Boston, America).
Dan's so miserable, grey and hollowed out. That's probably what his distorted "nationalism" and angry websites are all about.
It strikes me that perhaps all a bogger like Dan really wants and needs is muck and bog and cow shit and an outdoor latrine, and a bargain basement chinese lathe that he can possibly chop his stumpy fingers off with after the day's work is done. Like his friend Val.
And no amount of brand new gas guzzlers, or mortgaging his house to buy the most expensive smart phone on the market, or ingratiating himself with wealthy people who had the misfortune to find themselves in his fatman taxi, can ever fill that hole.
So wouldn't a kind of fly on the wall documentary be good? Where you have Val lead Dan back to the hallowed sources of true happiness for a "man of the bog"?
The entertainment would be in watching the puncturing of Dan's consumerist delusions, and his return to his true calling as a gap toothed mulchie covered head to toe in cow dung wearing an insane grin, and chuckling to himself like Quasimodo.
That would be like a happy ending, of a sort anyway.