In my early teens I used to watch an American programme called When Good Times Go Bad, which used to air on Channel 4 in the very early hours of Saturday morning. I would watch this quite regularly for three reasons, none of which will have been on the minds of the producers of the programme when the idea for it was conceived.
I would have expected this corporate shit from Billy, but you Rebecchi? You could have been the best, man. I believed in you. Back in the ’90s, you were the best. Now this? Fuck you, man. I don’t believe in nothing no more!