and Elgar's marches; of John Bull; of Poona and the Somme; of the old flog-and-fag public-school system; of Newbolt, Kipling and Rupert Brooke; of clubs, codes and conformity; of an unchangeable status quo". But you get the picture.
I remember a period of time, around 10 years ago, when my best friend Tam and I were both going through a lot of unpleasant things (man troubles, mainly) and the daily after-work pint and fag-rolling exercises in the local pub became a little lifeline.
These people the loudmouthed pub bores of club culture, all cider-breath and fag-ash beards are the people who'll snidely tell you that the things you enjoy aren't good like you think.
To sum up, the WBC is an extremist hate group that likes to upload videos of themselves doing anti-gay covers of pop hits, picket the funerals of "fags and fag-enablers" (which, it turns out, is pretty much everyone), and look upon Obama's presidency as a sign of the impending apocalypse.
Wait, no that was actually just protesters raging over Proposition 8. Bruce said he was inspired by all the kids on Myspace who write to him claiming they feel dead inside, and he wanted to respond to the women- and fag-bashing in most horror films of today.
