The night before the funeral, I got some - I sneaked a young girl up the stairs and past my mum. I took off her clothes and I played with her bits and she did the same but it took ages for me to come. Too drunk and getting old... It was a lovely show for a God I don't believe in. I couldn't sing a single note at the service. When they did "how great thou art" all I could think of was my old LP of hymns by elvis. There's no such thing as sin... I said to laura, "i hope I know you forever and when I'm going, I'm going the viking way. lay me in a boat with my favourite things and set me on fire and send me on my way. kick me out to sea"