“Mum says I should always say what I mean and mean exactly what I say.“
“Hell, no, son. Listen. A Poetry Slam. You are standing on a stage. You are about to address a packed audience of swindlers, cowards, bounders, harridans and poetry slammers. You open your mouth to adress them. What do you say? You say: Ladies and gentlemen. Don’t listen to your Mum, son. Don’t attempt to live honestly, for if you do you will experience an unhappy manhood and a lonely old age.“