I think on the seventh day, God was running around, going, Oh, my God! What havent I¦? Rwanda! I better create Rwanda! Sorry, havent quite done that¦ The Tower of Pisa! Oh, its leaning¦ Oh, shi¦ done! Toilets in French camping sites¦ there we go. English football hooligans¦ there we go, whatever that is¦ Mrs. Thatchers heart¦ there we go¦ oh, fuck that! I know, Ill put a stone in, thatll work! There we go¦ The next week, I think, people are coming back, going, Rwanda doesnt work very well; infrastructures fucked.