My desire to get here [Parliament] was like miners'coal dust, it was under my fingers and I couldn't scrub it out.
"Fine. Your oatmeal spread in the fridge would go too, but it's already been opened. That stuff was disgusting." "Jay, thats my facial scrub."
The TV generation is postliterate and retribalized. It seeks by violence to scrub the old private image and to merge in a new tribal identity, like any corporate executive.
You put your bombers in, you put your conscience out,You take the human being and you twist it all aboutSo scrub my skin with womenChain my tongue with whiskyStuff my nose with garlicCoat my eyes with butterFill my ears with silverStick my legs in plasterTell me lies about Vietnam.Adrian Mitchell