These fuckin’ people. You know double doors? The swing doors that open both ways? If there was a stream of people going through one door you’d invariably see a queue of fuckers coming the other way, standing and waiting at a closed door, too fuckin’ thick to figure out it opens. “That door opens too” “Ohmygawd, the door, loike, totally works?” (question mark for the inflection invariable applied to any statement). Standing around en masse in stairwells and landings was another one. They’re a fire hazard because they’re too thick to run when the place goes up.

My brother did a master’s degree in Archaeology and Shit Timing that he got out of last year. He doesn’t have a job but he’s the laziest, stonedest political expert I know. We used to talk about good headphones for blocking out vacuous chatter from Ireland’s educational cream. I keep em for public transport. Only a cunt of the highest order plays music from a mobile phone on a bus – steel toe to the chops, fuck the phone out the window.

Rambling a bit here, yeah, fucking hate students but that’s only because I’m not one any more.

I thought ir was one of teh MOnty Pythons doing the “Yorkshiremen” sketch.

(“Had to get up two hours before we went to bed, eat a lump of poison, got flogged within an inch of our lives …. if we told young people that today, they wouldn’t believe it)