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Think of a world without any flowers. Yep. Can deal with that. No hay fever, no stupid social mores about what is and isn't acceptable to bring a girl after you made some small faux-pas, which seemed minor enough at the time, but now has escalated to the kind of international incident that normally occurs when Iran offer to take George Bush for a stroll in their plutonium fields. And no fucking wasps.
Think of a world without any people. Oh, oh, that's easy. No tube journeys spend wondering whether the pinstriped armpit that has decided to mate with your nose has seen the back-side of a sponge this millennium. No queues. And no fucking traffic wardens.
Think of a world without The Pipettes. Without songs like Judy, with it's giggly, schoolgirl-behind-the-bikeshed swearing ("Arse! Tee-hee-hee..."). The blonde, the brunette and the one who isn't allowed a belt, no matter how baggy her dress gets. They're synchronised! They're harmonised! They're a little ray of sunshine in our otherwise barren lives. A world without The Pipettes? It's just too horrible to comprehend.
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