HURRAH! HERE IS MY HOUSE ALL SUNNY
WITH IT'S FULLY OPENING CANTILEVERED
DOORS AND WINDOWS.
HURRAH!


Open plan.
Just as I planned it.
Open.


More open-ness.
In one side and out the other.
That's what they used to say about my head at school.
How right they all were.
Just look where I ended up.
Actually, my charming mother was called in to see the headmaster
in my last days at the Stockport shit-hole I was forced into, and said she'd sent him an above average eleven year old and he'd sent her back a fifteen year old moron!
This is the fantastic level of support I received from family and teachers in my formative years.
Thank fuck for shit loads of drugs and booze and rock'n'roll and occasional glimpses of sex.
Look, over there, on that hill, I can glimpse some sex....


The typical open plan living room and kitchen of a grown
up fifteen year old moron.


The typical open plan dining, lounging and ummm living areas of a grown up fifteen year old moron.
Oooooh look over there, beyond those palm trees, another glimpse of yes, it is, it's a glimpse of some more sex.....
I bless my education.