I was brought up as a Catholic. I've got A-level guilt.
The strangest thing is at tea breaks, or coffee breaks or lunch, you forget you're a zombie. And you're talking about politics to somebody at the table and you forget that you have a bullet hole in your forehead.
Save the Trees? Trees are the main cause of Forest Fires!
I used to have Mad Cow's disease, but I'm alright Nooooooooow.
I was brought up a Catholic, for that you get an A level in guilt.
Oh aye...my Father would thrash me every now and then. He'd talk while he did it too! He'd hit me and shout, 'Have ye had enough?' Had enough? Whit kind of question is that? 'Why, Father, would another kick in the balls be out of the question???'