Coup

We form an army of waifs and strays

Caught somewhere between the minimum and living wage

Confidence and apathy + alcohol = ecstasy

Whereas a particularly stirring speech on the inner-workings of agricultural policy

From some sickly side-parting in Savile Row finery doesn’t really do it for me

To be honest, I’d rather play Call of Duty or something

Turn off the news and illegally stream

The latest blockbuster hit can't-miss-this television series

I wish I'd paid more attention in History

Because I've got the distinct feeling everything seems to be repeating itself

And with this; the last back-breaking camel straw

A slackened jaw and dead eyed stare

We enter a new form of Huxleyean nightmare

We enter a new form of Huxleyean nightmare