By the way, what do you reckon their girlfriends are getting up to whilst the boffin nerd boyfriends are spending twenty two hours a day of their lives in the shed, stickin’ together boxes of matches into bigger bits of wood that resemble the freaking Mona Lisa? Betcha the place is a hot-bed of servicemen and repairmen arriving at two-hour intervals.
A lot of these guys have very limited careers however, regardless of their talent or “gift”, because when it comes down to it they’re just glue sniffers who’ll be selling you kitsch matchstick “art” today, but then stealing the car you were hoping to take it home in, nine months down the track, a buyer already lined-up. And let’s face it, drug addicts can be a bit unreliable. He may not bring your car back. I lent $50 to a nice young man, very itchy arms, Bob, his name was, in March in Time Square. He promised to give it back at 9.30 sharp next morning but didn’t arrive at the designated spot. I hope he’s alright.

So, well, there you go. I’ve pretty much got that off my chest.