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Don't Clap I'm Not A Jazz Band For Christ's Sake.

You Learn Very Very Quickly That It Is Mostly About Swearing, Actually. That's All You're Doing, Swearing, In A Box With Wheels.

Vodka! That's A Child's Drink, Why Am I Drinking This Stupid Drink, Oh And Why Am I On A Traffic Island?

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

You Know What You Are? You're A Beard With An Idiot Hanging Off It.