I'm just bopping, give a fuck who's in the placeIn the music video around this line, he is walking on road and barely dancing.

For I suppose I was not a whit behind the very chiefest apostles.

When the pie-eyed teens in the school hall, where I, decades before, had grasped the tendril with which I would swing out of Essex, like a tubby Tarzan, look to me full of X Factor ambition and Xbox distraction and tell me that they want to be famous too, I wince, but I want to tell them they've been swindled. That they are being horribly misled by the dominant cultural narratives.

It was an illusion, of course, generated by Clevinger's predilection for staring fixedly at one side of a question and never seeing the other side at all.