"This house will become a shrine! And punks and skins and rastas will gather on and hold their hands in sorrow for their fallen leader! Then all the grown-ups will say "why are the kids crying?" And the kids will say "Haven't you heard? Rick is dead! The People's Poet is dead! Then one particularly sensitive, articulate teenager will say "All the kids, do you understand nothing? How can Rick be dead when we have his poems?" Then another kid will say..."
"This is it! It's really happening! Who needs qualifications? Who cares about Thatcher and unemployment?
We can do just exactly what we want to do! And do you know why? Because we're young ones! Bachelor boys! Crazy, mad, wild-eyed, big-bottomed anarchists!
Look out, Cliff!!!!!
Phew...! That was close!"
How I love "The Young Ones"... I find British humour (and specially Rik Mayall's acting) captivating :)
