When Gareth has cunts in the restaurant he says he's extra nice and it undermines them. He thinks that's the noble way to be. I'm afraid I have different impulses. Occasionally I lose my rag and I hate it when I do. I've screamed at people, I've thrown drinks in their faces. Bad behaviour, you'd better believe it. But more often I let them say what they like and then, later on, I get like a geisha on my hands and knees picking up broken glass and torn cigarette ends, sweeping up smashed bottles into a dustpan, mopping up spills and sick, and making them see me do it and look how young and pretty I am on my hands and knees in their shit.