Overheard on the street earlier this evening... I bet if this country got hit by a toosoonarmy that they wouldn't send us any money! Ahh my fellow Londoners, molting bodyhair and McDonalds containers as they waddled to the pub to lift more cheap lager to their semen-salted-chapped lips. Seems like my queue to start looking for flights again... Mike is writing to: the Bottle Rocket soundtrack