If you commit suicide the Catholic church says you are ripped apart forever in agony but I say you go through your own live as the centre of a reality in which you are tortured for ever different in your dreams.

I was a wee bit dottled as a kid and I was walking along when two teachers were walking to each other close up Kinky and another teacher and I walked between them and barged through both them and later Kinky berated me but I genuinely didn't mean it.

My old mate Tattie boy used to be friends with 3 of the tidiest girls and he was always shagging, but when we were really young he came up to as with a massive greenie and we ran away and at the same time my mate Pring came up with an idea to spit on the roof of the toilets and Pring did the best which was a  huge greenie that was long and hung down and was massive and horrible to our senses and the prize was a bar of chocolate from our play piece and it stayed their even today.