With all due respect, Mick, and speaking as a humorless Victorian patriarch and Ass-Crack balladeer, go fuck yourself and your self-congratulatory tears. But before you do, go read the book Prophet Song, which won last year's Booker Prize, about a totalitarian Ireland. Not that anything is likely to penetrate the Maginot Line of booze, self-pity, grandiosity, and lazy nihilism that you've assembled into the semblance of a personality, but it may make you sound less relentlessly smug and ignorant. And if you think this sounds harsh, you should meet me in person.
https://www.amazon.com/Prophet-Song-Booker-prize-2023/dp/0861546865
