"i'm looking for a trance mix

by day v lately....."

"how d'ya get on dad, no good?...."

"well don't use my phone and stop walking around london looking like a fucking tramp and just look on the internet you dopey old cunt, everything's on there and make your own cunting tea"

i've a good mind to take the payoff and join an advertising agency, i could top half the shit on the box unless it's deliberate shit for shitbrains