**** The Hearts
I now have whiskers where my sideburns used to be. Straight out of a Victorian novel. I look like a Dickensian villain.
Get yersel up to Marks and Spencer food hall all your doubts about Marxist theory will collapse when you pick up your 5 quid strawberries and 4 quid packet of mixed leaves. Karl was above that shite and shopped in Waitrose.