"Hello, we live in surreal times, almost as surreal as 1917 when lady artist Elsa von Freytag-Loringoven made a piece of art out of a ceramic urinal and signed it armut in her own handwriting. And a male artist, Marcel Duchamp, kind of stole it and entered it as his own work in an exhibition. And the rest is history, Dada was born, surrealism was brought in, the idea that art is whatever an artist says it is, an everyday object, as long as that artist proclaims it's art, then it's art, signs it and makes it art. Anything can be even a urinal, stuck not on a wall but on a pedestal. And we are in surreal times like that, with the human equivalent of a ceramic urinal calling a by-election to get out ahead of having a by-election called on him by the Parliamentary Standards Committee, and so we're thrown into disarray, a Dada moment with a new Prime Minister due to be crowned and opposed, the government in not disarray but some state of confusion, and a complete idiot in charge of the most powerful country on earth in the background. So if that's not surreal, if that isn't Dada, if that isn't taking a piss, then I don't know what is. There we are, that's where we are, bye now."