There's a sale at the sandwich shopStacks and slabs of bacon slopShe tastes like porky-work and slicks of greaseI'll mash her in my mac n' cheeseShe like's em crunchy - she likes 'em darkJust like my cold, no remorse...

1986:I saw the girl on the bus today. Standing in the wasteland by the burnt-out shell of the reactor. Posing, with a dirty old tyre, on shiny carbon grit surrounded by the irradiated windswept scrub. Much of the green...