You're stuck on a deserted island. Would you rather have your best friend with you or cable television? (note: spouses cannot be considered the best friend; it's got to be your official, nonsexual best friend)
Responses:
- Ok – stuck for how long? If very brief, I’d love to hang out any one of my best pals; but due to my own whining and because I love them, I might need to spare them from me if it will be along stranding.
- What about a stick and matches? I would rather have my best friend. It would make for great TV when we got rescued.
- Best friend; keep from going crazy
Song:
Town Called Malice, by The Jam
Lyrics:
Better stop dreaming of the quiet life –
Cos it's the one we'll never know
And quit running for that runaway bus –
Cos those rosey days are few
And - stop apologising for the things you've never done,
Cos time is short and life is cruel –
But it's up to us to change
This town called malice.
Rows and rows of disused milk floats
Stand dying in the dairy yard
And a hundred lonely housewives clutch empty milk
Bottles to their hearts
Hanging out their old love letters on the line to dry
It's enough to make you stop believing when tears come
Fast and furious
In a town called malice.
Struggle after struggle - year after year
The atmosphere's a fine blend of ice –
I'm almost stone cold dead
In a town called malice.
A whole street's belief in Sunday's roast beef
Gets dashed against the Co-op
To either cut down on beer or the kids new gear
It's a big decision in a town called malice.
The ghost of a steam train - echoes down my track
It's at the moment bound for nowhere –
Just going round and round
Playground kids and creaking swings –
Lost laughter in the breeze
I could go on for hours and I probably will –
But I'd sooner put some joy back
In this town called malice.
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