Dearest Internet
As I follow Art Brut around the world on their perpetual tour whirlwind, I am occasionally forced to converse with the stinking masses. A small child will approach me after the Brut have left the stage and begin begging for t-shirts or some such trivial things. In reply to this, as they have clearly missed the sign posted merchandise desk beside the entrance, I give you this -
CLICK HERE Now leave me alone. You stink.
Kind regards
Barnaby Fudge