Kids, They Are Always Hurting

Eggs! They're Not A Food, They Belong In No Group! They're Just Farts Clothed In Substance!

Wow This Place Is Really Big Isn't It? They Must Do Proper Stuff Here, Like Opera And All That...shite.

It's True That I Have Spoken About Doing A Book Before, But Then Everyone You Speak To Is Planning To Write A Book.

I Don't See Teenagers Anymore. I See... I See Youths. Slumped S Shapes In Their Hoodies, All Huddled Round A Bin Of Burning Grannies. All Texting Eachother Because They've Given Up On Speech.

Shame Is One Of The Greatest Aphrodisiacs In The World, Anyway, Built Into Religion.