Yer know mate, I used to lie in the bath, deliberate, cogitate and reflect on our existence. I remember once querying with myself as I lay there JD in hand, looking up at the lampshade, thinking why the **** do moths do that? Why do they fly to the light thinking its the moon or some other navigational purpose, burn their ****ing arse, then go and do the same thing numerous ****ing times. I tell you what mate, burn myself on so much as a tray straight from the oven, I won't touch the bastard again, on the off chance I may have been wrong in the first place. What did their forefathers do before the invention of electricity? Did they just burst into flames when approaching a lantern of yore, they wouldn't get a second opportunity would they
Also why would they need the "moon" to navigate out of 8 x 6 ft bathroom? ****ing idiots.