Society has become sick with some nameless malady of the soul. We have become the playthings of corporations intent on converting our world into a gargantuan shopping precinct. Pleasantness and civility are being discarded as the worthless ephemera of a bygone age - an age when men doffed their hats to the ladies, and small children could be counted upon to mind one's Jack Russell while one took a mild and bitter in the local hostelry.

 

A historia deste gajo foi durante a minha juventude, a personificação da masculinidade.

The violence is nice, though.

 

 

 

Para todos nós que já nos maravilhámos com os comportamentos autistas das crianças.

 

Passa a vida nisto!