Almost impossible to define. Sew is where the impossible becomes possible. Where dreams are dreamt and then achieved. Where the only feeling you can encounter is pure ecstasy. Its gentle hum of pumps and generators bring even the most composed and reserved men of honour to tears, as its sound is so pure and soothing. The landscape is nothing less than staggeringly beautiful, with its pointed iron fences keeping out the non-believers and its litter-filled 'private parking' area which has claimed countless hours of the brave soldiers who have fought there. Sew isn't a place; Sew is a state of mind.
Brown Bear, 'Wagwarn?'
Brown Bear, 'Ya dun know'
Tomm, 'Oi wot you saaiiin?'
Chaff, 'Sew tings blud'
Biscuit, 'Im on daaat! Sew hype!'
ADT, 'Liquid DnB'
Mothwood, 'Im a prick'
Bi-Pallum, 'Yes you are, Im going down Sew to meet my friends. You cant come.'