We were somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the drugs began to take hold. I remember Rod saying something like:
So I've noticed. YAGB - yet another glass box; I haven't bothered watching a few of the last several progs once I saw what was being served up, save popping back into the prog for a look at the halfway or threequarter mark to see if anything interesting had transpired (it hadn't).
Why would an exhibitionist need to?