Here’s a quick fix for insomnia:
I’d have 45 pints in about 2 hours, and then a packet a’ crips, and maybe an aul’ bag of peanuts, and then I’d have ten more anyway. And I’d wake up in the morning and Maureen would have the fry on, and I’d go at it again. There’d be no fuckin’ stopping me.
I’d take the shirt off of any mans back. Bastards.