What is this abomination?

[Burney]

For fúck's sake, c. Some poor innocent bloody Londoner, trying to get to work safely ensconced inside their own head, and you want to chat?

Take a look at yourself, man.

Be fair, the tradition of mad, drunken Celts cornering commuters on the London Underground and babbling at them incoherently is a long and distinguished one. I see c as simply continuing in that proud lineage.