Fixed-Gear Article in the Observer 9th March

At the minute, I'm working in a restaurant with a bunch of lovely, funny people; writing a play; writing bits for Skins; spending any sort of money I earn on food and skinny jeans, and drinking my way to a financially blighted two-month trip to India and Thailand

what an incredibly pretentious, over-privileged little spunk sack.

I didn't fight two conservative terms of office just so these posh little pricks can mince around "writing plays" and buggering off to the subcontinent to smoke pot!

fucker should get a proper job for five minutes, see how he likes shovelling shit, or a paper round.