"They don't respect me, thats what it is," Neil said mournfully. "Go to the shops, Neil, make me breakfast, Neil. For once I wish I was out of this bloody house," Neil said, shoulders sagging. He turned around, pot of lentil soup in hand.

"....oh."

Well. He was out of the house.

T: Neil, from the show Young Ones. Thats all there is to that.