Sidekick? Is that you? Micro-skirted, big-eyelashed, karate kicking, beautiful-bosomed.

Oh Jesus you again. And turning pornographic now. This is too much.


The hair is white now and the legs you’d find less tempting.

But you are her, aren’t you -
Why won’t you own up?
You have to tell me: where’s Lord Tim?

Look, I really don’t know what you’re talking about
But you’re sure as hell stuck in the past.

That I know.

Well, get over it! What is nostalgia but one endless, pointless sigh? Our society's sick with it.

You don't understand - I'm fizzing with future.
And I don't want tomorrow to give up the ghost.