I have a bad back. At the moment I go to bed at night thinking, by fuck I’ve got a bad back, and I wake up thinking, by fuck, my bad back has returned. I know the cure to this ailment. It’s a form of distraction therapy pioneered in the treatment of many rock stars. For £50,000, of someone else’s money (essential), a morning, I could be woken up by nude models throwing money at me. It wouldn’t, strictly speaking, cure the bad back, but mornings would at least be tolerable. It doesn’t work with piddly amounts of money because fifty pence pieces and pound coins hurt.
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