Oh that, that's called love you fool. I can only do love after a gallon of ale, I'm having a week of beer vipasana, in preparation for the The Kills on saturday.

Put it this way, if Tony Blair or any of his cronies stood down from their soap boxes and begged for forvigeness, I'd probably grant it, right. By that I mean I'd probably refrain from pissing on their graves at some point in the far future, if the opportunity to do so ever came along. But while they are still there talking bollocks and restricting my freedom to live, I wont be taking any o' the diel's spunk up my ass for them.

Sorry but they will have to face the wrath of god on their own, I'm not getting caught out saying nice things about them.