I dunno. I spend all my waking hours devising new ways to spread goodwill amongst all mankind through the Web 1.0 medium that is Gruts, and what bloody goes and happens? Al Gore wins the bloody Nobel Peace Prize. (He dyes his hair, you know.)
That medal had my name all over it, I tell you. Someone got to the judges. And we all know who, don’t we, Ratzinger.
Of course, you realise this means war.