Since there've been pleasing developments on the de-larding front, I'm now emitting snot like an over-enthusiastic Doris Stokes. I'd fondly imagined that I'd be otherwise unaffected, but no. I am considerably thicker than a woodshed stacked full of stout planks:
Remembering my own name and where I work - fair enough.
Abstract concepts or anything requiring more than two variables - Not A Chance.
Very poor.
Otherwise, I firmly commend the set of you to beetle off and purchase
Punk Attitude (assuming I can make the link work), which is a very fine thing indeed and happily contains no Sham 69.
Gog.
[FX: Stares into space in a gormless fashion]
This would happen when there's a failure of the Hell containment field at work. Arseo!