"*sigh* Yes, well..that's the sort of blinkered, Phillistine pig ignorance I've come to expect from you non creative garbage. You sit there on your loathsome, spotty behinds squeezing black-heads not caring a tinker's cuss for the struggling artist. You excrement!You whining, hypercritical toadies with your colour TV sets and your Tony Jacklin golf clubs and your secret bleedin' Masonic handshakes!! You wouldn't let me join would you, you black balling *******s!!! Well I wouldn't become a Freemason now if you went down on you lousy, stinking knees and begged me!!!!"