The most grotesque aspect of this never-gonna-happen National Service reboot is the sight of the generation that had everything handed to them on a plate telling current teenagers - to whom the British state has given precisely FUCK ALL - that it’s “time they gave something back”
Without ever touching his skin how can I be guilty as sin? What if I roll the stone away? Theyre gonna crucify me anyway. What if the way you hold me is actually whats holy? If long suffering propriety is what they want from me they don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly.