A remake of the classic Slick Rick mediation on unreconstructed male-female interactions.

The silly string graffiti on the wall is when the ditty transcended the overly-narrow constraints of the genre for me.

Additionally, “prostitute,” in this theater, is a simile for Thatcher and her domestic policies.

Essentially, my man is calling for the reclamation of governmental stewardship by the Tories and the re-establishment of a loosely-governed federated model like the Balkans, but with independent fiscal policies for member states.

Insert joke about Wales here.

I am titillated just typing all of that.