B.C. Child - “I’m not old,
But I’m not a baby;
Six and three quarters.
Yeah!
I like sticks,
And climbing,
And sweets.
I fell yesterday.
These are me scabby knees.

200 - 1700 Youth - “Uh, yeah.
What ya mean I can’t come in!
I’m eighteen!
It’s not a fake!
Ya fat bastard…
Leg it lads!
…Ma? Can I go to Ibiza?
Why not?!
That’s stupid!
I didn’t start it!
I swear!
He gave me the first punch, so I hit ’em back,
Cause it’s fair!
It wasn’t a fist fight!
Just fuck off ma!

2000 Adult - “Hi, how are you?
Yeah, I haven’t seen you in ages!
I’ve been busy with work.
I’m building a childrens hospital.
You should come to my thirtieth, next weekend
We’re going to that restaurant,
The one with all the war art.
Yeah it’ll be good.
Take care of yourself, alright?
Gimme a call sometime.