It was an illusion, of course, generated by Clevinger's predilection for staring fixedly at one side of a question and never seeing the other side at all.

For I suppose I was not a whit behind the very chiefest apostles.

I'm just bopping, give a fuck who's in the placeIn the music video around this line, he is walking on road and barely dancing.

When the pie-eyed teens in the school hall, where I, decades before, had grasped the tendril with which I would swing out of Essex, like a tubby Tarzan, look to me full of X Factor ambition and Xbox distraction and tell me that they want to be famous too, I wince, but I want to tell them they've been swindled. That they are being horribly misled by the dominant cultural narratives.