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Married people will work things out, like how they gonna do it as a couple. What happens to most couple is end up dividing things. You know, you’re good at this, she's good at other things.

Normally before any child can happen, the couple will get chance to celebrate their togetherness in their new life... well, if they choose to spend it together. And one of the big way is... torturing each other with the English language. Because it's cheap and available, or any other language they speak. The fact is though, people will kill you over time. They will shave out every last morsel of fun in you, with those little, harmless, sounding phrases that people use every day, like “Be realistic!" or "Can't you just for half a second be realistic!?" Essentially, what that actually mean is "See the reality my way! or DIE!", which is why you see lots of couple end up in a warehouse choosing a toilet for the fucking entire weekend.

Sometimes, it might pass the minds of heterosexual people that, it might be easier... to be gay. Cause obviously there’ll be far less responsibilities outside of yourself. That's how it looked like sometimes. And also, if you're straight person, when you get pissed off, stressed out, what can you do, really? Another piece of cake, or another glass of wine you shouldn't really have, it's still tough choice. But if you're gay, solution's way more simple, you can just go to a toilet, and fucking strangers. That'll work some of the kinks out, isn't it? And afterwards you think "Ah yeah, I can deal with my emails, now."

You will notice though, the kind of people who turned to Jesus, tend to be the sort of people who haven't done that well with everybody else, like some of the people who are here for instance. Cause they say to themselves, "Well, I can't get it right in this lifetime, but in the next life, it will be all right, the spiritual after-life." Which makes no sense to me at all, really.

Everything is politics really. Even talking to another person can be termed as politics. You can even find politics in romantic relationships. Yeah! Love itself is kind of like terrorism, very aggressive thing. You know, when you fall in love with somebody for the first time, or in the earlier stage of relationship with somebody, you sort of terrorise one another. Expressions like, "I love you so much! I want to rip your spine out, so that I can move in."

I suppose the class system probably quite easy once you get a hang of it. It seems to me it's all about how much time you spend with your parents. Cause the upper higher you go, the less time you are with your folks. You know, cause been at the age of one and half, they come to you and they go "Well done you! Whatever your name is, you're going to boarding school in Argentina." And if you're poor, you just with your family a lot more. You just remember crawling out laundry baskets into these bags of potatoes and you swing off your parents' cigarette while they're having sex, you remember you're there.

I wish everyone is honest, but obviously not, loads of adult conversations are just people been pointlessly polite. All those matured boardroom meetings are just a bunch of fucking lies. People pretend being polite to one another, turning up and say "Oh, I'm so sorry, so sorry! I'm late. Em... It was the traffic, terrible, awful, I had to perform stunt across the bridge using only the first gear. It's very very difficult, very very sorry."

If you have friends, who don't have kids. They can sound very naive. You know, friend who's single and without children, they usually ask stupid questions, like "What did you do in the weekend?" And when you're just trying to distinguish one moment from that jumbo blend of screams, stains, and tears, that made up your whole weekend, they start to tell you what they did, which is really, all they've ever wanted to talk about in the first place.

It's just so fucking difficult to have a proper sleep nowadays, it's true. Look, if you are like me, a matured person with reality, you cannot fall asleep. Maybe, if you're 20 or 25, but then you're not a real human being yet, lives in your own TV show, falling asleep cause you're fucking exhausted from sex.

Life is very difficult if you're a person, a human being. It's the worst position to be in. Now if you're alone, if you came here alone, people will judge you as I said. People in couples will judge you, as if you are sad and scary. Because you don't have the big form of entertainment they's enjoy everyday. Look, a couple is a strange organism. It's a creature that's half of its intelligent is the most intelligent member. And you both know who that is. You spend the whole time constantly trying to prove to the other person in your relationship that they're clinically, medically, and irrefutably insane. That is the essence of entertainment for being in couple.

Look you have to remember what's good about young being at 30s. Yes, you might be poor, yes, it maybe difficult, it is. It's hard to get a job, hard to get a house, all is hard. But you have to remember what you have got, youth. People get stupid as they getting old, before they got properly stupid, clearly old, even before that they've already half-witted. Because the value changes, the fact is that you get anxious, as you're getting close to death.

Love is incredibly mysterious, as you know. And it is still the thing that troubles most people for a lot of their lives, until they work it out. You may do or have done this, the little birds conversations in restaurants, you know young lovers speak to one another. It never really changes. The essential dialogue is people competing one another as they're telling each other how they love one another.

Love is truely difficult to express, in all its forms, because it changes as the time goes by. Like when you're young, just meet someone and get romantically involved with. It's often gone absolutely crazy, completely overwhelming, you cannot even think about anything else, you want climb inside the other person and live under their pancreas.

Love itself is kind of a religion, more of a cult. Somebody would say to you "Do you love me? Do you love me?" And you go "Yes, I do love you." And they go "How much do you love me? Will you love me next week? How about next month? Especially next year I may be a real prick around there. Do you think about me all the time? Do you? Do you sometime realise that when you're not think about me and you feel terrible. Will you make me laugh? Will you feed me? Will you tickle me? Will you do all those things?" It is a cult that you've been invited into.

Nobody tell you this, that you'll got couples as friends at certain age... because of children. Cause your child decides to want to play with another child, then you have to meet their owner. And have them around at your place to eat your stuff, or got to their places, where you can't relax. Cause it's always bigger, nicer, and clearer. You standing there in bathroom thinking, "I can't relax here. Those people have no pubic hair anywhere! We have pubic hair on the ceiling."

Of course, it is the people, who love you, who know you, who can wound you. That is the terrible vulnerability. Cause these people know how you work. You can take all kinds of abuse from strangers on street or people at work. It doesn't matter, you just brush it all off without any effect. You don't have to get rage or aggressive to someone you know, you just have to say the right thing at the right time, like "Your nose hair, which is grey, is in my eye." That'll do.

<p style="text-align: left;">Pleasure is no longer simple. People have became very aspirational from Tele about these lifestyle concepts. I don't know exactly what is lifestyle. How do you style a life? I cannot answer that, but I reckon it's just the whole idea of making simple things harder than usual to enjoy, like eating and drinking.</p>

So, god doesn't work. Science doesn't work. Consumerism doesn't work. So where are you gonna go? where will you end up? We wandered around and eventually end up back to each other as couples, cause there’s no where else to go.

So the young man and young women realise eventually that you don't die young. It’s a huge lie. And of course young man knows he’s not dead, cause he's with a young woman now. And they rented a flat, and she’s talking about curtains. And that is the time he really really wants to be dead. Cause the young woman has been talking about curtains for more than half an hour. And looks like she means to go on. She said, "What do you think? Should we get that purple ones with really subtle blend to the pink tonality towards the end; Or should we get that one looks like a tree, but feels it's at night when you're passing by in a car. Which one do you think we should get? What you really feel, I can't make the decision by myself. What you really truly feel?" And what you really truly feel is that "I can not begin to describe how much I DON’T CARE! I didn't know we had windows, until you brought all the shit up, OK. Stop saying wallpapers, furnitures, floors, it's Bourgeoisie. Just eat the chicken from my hat, come on!"

That's only if you sleep. Who can sleep? Who sleeps? Really. If you're a proper grownup in the 21st century and you're an adults human being, how can you relax at all! Your mind keeps churning. You think "What if this thing happens?!" "Em...hen.." "What if that thing happens?" "What if they happen together?!" "What if I lose my job?! I hate my fucking job but what if I lose it?!" Your mind is like a hive of worms. And worms don't live in a hives, so, it's already felt unnatural.

There's a lot of pressure on you to find the right person. Cause we were told if you don't get the right person your life is fucked, the whole thing would be fucked, most of you did, which is rubbish. There's billions of you out there. We're all the fucking same. Isn't it? If it’s not him it’s her. Or if it’s not her, it’ll be them. Look, there're millions of people for everybody, absolutely more than enough.

These are the fashions that comes and go, but they put pressures on you to stay involved with what's happening, what's now, what's relevant, what's hip. I sometime felt you're not even allowed to be old anymore. That's the truth, look at the Media, everything is all about sex. Sexy gorgeous, sexy outfits, sexy dentures, sexy walking frames... Even 85 means nothing, you can get sexy makeups and yoga pants, of course it's gonna work, come on, let's go baby.

This friend of mine whose disappointed by woman's reaction when he gave her girlfriend a present. I asked, "So, what was her reaction then?" He said "Well, you know. She said, 'Oh, I love this. This is really great. Thank you very much." But he wanted more. I mean in a matured relationship, that's already a fantastic reaction.

You see these people talking in fancy restaurant with their dignity and honour. Decent conversations they are talking about things, maybe they don't really understand will find out later, as they getting older with everything that happen to them. They have to go to bed at night, until years and years later, be able to achieve a kind of real intimacy. Cause I think you have to know somebody very well to be able to say