Waiting for God1990

Diana:
There is something essentially English about seaside candy floss. Its quite revolting. Goes with the grey sea and the fried food, and the appalling hopelessness of all those dead people dragging their lumpen bodies up and down waiting for the blessed relief of autumn, where they can let their brains fur over and their limbs atrophy while they crawl back into their holes and spend their winter breaking wind in front of the telly.

Tom:
Oh bloody hell...