Sadness isn't sadness, but happiness in a black jacket.

Bollocks is it. It's sadness.

To begin my tirade of grumpy moans, I feel I should attack, not specifically Paul McCartney (who wrote the detritus that is the title for this post), but all the poncy pillocks who go about making the stupid statements such as that. "All you need is love." Yes, very noble, but you do need food, shelter, warmth etc. Love doesn't actually serve a tangible purpose.

In conclusion, if you're thinking of writing some inspirational speech that will guide people in their moments of dilemma, causing them to realise that the world is much simpler when looked at through a telescope from 15,000 feet whilst dancing with Mike Tyson, please, pause for a moment, then go and shut your head in a door.

Good day.