Canadians. Little girls. I've met both. They don't really mix. When Canadians don't know quite who they're fishing for, they like exploiting British influences. It's the old one-two. They go round making anti-Semitic remarks about persons unknown. That doesn't work, they fish for unknown Valley girls. But hey. That's music for you. It's a form of communication. When they cross reference Jewish with Valley and they're almost home. Even if that's a pile of Canadian rubble by the time they realise who they're messing with. Meanwhile back in 'the land of my fathers' they're listening to Bruce Springsteen I guess. Well. That's failure for you. 25 years. You didn't get it from me. Not the British. Not the Canadians. Not both together. Not even when I was drugged for fifteen years. So you went long and made me a friend. From Objectivist heaven. On behalf of the British. What the hell. Well that seems to be the reference that got you there. But you have to realise that while you bust me up. A little. I was listening. I'm a good listener. I know your children. Your real children. Which is a hell of a thing. Anyway what can I say? I loved Canada. I had the time of my life. That's me I guess. Sorry guys.