Well that went well.

[Sir C]

I’m being judged by pigeons and have the fear real bead, la.

oh those strutting fúckers see you, b. They see your filth and your feculence. They see how you have degraded yourself. The loud laughter, the slight stagger, the bad jokes - the hideous breath, the sweaty, old man countenance. They see last night in the doughy, pastey quality of your skin, in the trembling of your fingers, in the clamminess of your crotch. It's all written there.

You are a repellent human being.