Yons pish, man, yon Mozart stuff they pit on the phone when yer waitin’ tae talk tae the dole, man. Meant tae chill ye oot, man, bit it jist gets me aw stressed, well, even mair stressed than ye always ur waitin’ tae talk tae they cunts.
It’s Vivaldi, is it? Well, it’s still pish, man. They should pit somethin’ decent oan, man, since they’ve goat ye waitin’ so long, that stuff jist dis yer heid in. Wee bit Paul Weller or that,; somethin’ wi’ a tune tae it. An’ words. There’s nae words wi’ that Vivlaldi shit; pit some Stone Roses oan ye widnae mind sae much. Mibbe even huv a wee puff while ye wait, man, ‘steed ae that depressin’ shite. Fuckin’ Mozarty pish!
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