I’ll tell you what you want, what you really, really want.
You don’t know what you want. Neither do I.
Whatever it is that we don’t know that we want – what I do know about it is that whatever it is, we want it all and we want it now.
There are some people who believe that the best possible way to entertain themselves on a cold, drizzly, winter’s evening, is to leg it to a rather grim industrial estate, just off a roundabout on the outskirts of Borehamwood, and yell “GET PEREZ OUT!” into the dark, dark sky over Elstree Studios.