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I am who you’re not. And though many swear by the “Six degrees of separation” ideology, I fail to see how walking six degrees to the left or the right of my general direction is going to link us somehow in this huge mass of 7 billion poor, pathetic sods on earth.

 

For as Monty Python’s Graham Chapman have so eloquently put it – “I don't want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.”