You Look Like A Horse In A

If You Covered A Broom Handle With Oil And Shoved It Up My Arse, Then Put Me On A Trampoline, In A Lift, I Could Write A Better Song On The Walls.

Go And Lie Down In The Dark... For Hours... And Don't Move. I'm Locking The Door Now

You Achieve The Surreal Jokes Through The Realism By Making It Elastic.

It's Such A Bullshit Move. Transparently So. It's Obviously Supposed To Give Succor To People Who Feel Pissed Off Because Someone From Another Country Got A Job That They Feel Should've Been Given To Them. But That's What People Voted Against Here. They Voted Against The Movement Of Labor - That Kind Of Fluidity - Because They Want A Britain That No Longer Exists, And They Can't Get It.

Fruit... It's Just God Showing Off. "look At All The Colours I Know!"