So who is the boss?
Tom: He’s the boss. Yeah he’s the boss, massively. He’s the boss. He’s the boss!
Serge: […] I do the reading and writing, he beats people up for me.
Tom: I don’t beat people up!
Serge: In a psychedelic way!
Tom: Oh, in a psychedelic way, I know what you’re saying. He’s the commander… no he’s the boss. And I’m just fucking Merlin, with a fucking wizard’s hat on. It’s me and him and, we’ve known each other since we were junior kids, man. […] We lived with each other for fucking four years when we got the farm, y’know.
Serge: What’s fucking weird is, for two years we slept in the same fucking bedroom as each other, all four of us did.
Tom: That’s weird, innit?
Serge: Until one of us started snoring - I’m not gonna name any names - somebody would start wearing cowboy fucking long johns to bed, and started snoring, then we all broke up. But it was still a bit weird.
So you’ve seen each other nekkid?
Tom: Oh fuck yeah. Smelt everything as well. We’ve lived with each other, so we know everything.