Good man, C.
You're almost there. Bit more boshing and you'll see visions of Corbynistas a jew-baiting whilst awake.
Then you'll realise that this is a gift from the Divine and you can devote the rest of your life to leftyism and layaboutery.
I always knew you were the one Tory with enough inherent goodness to overcome the conservative affliction you were born with.
They'll be saying this about you, C.
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Have your eyes started flashing and your hair started floating yet? If not, keep boshing until they do. Both of them, no half measures. A gentleman junkie doesn't have the floating hair without also having the flashing eyes, y'know.