One boy. One girl. No, no, they do not fall in love. Why? Because not everybody who is, some people can just be, I mean it doesn’t have to be … Oh god. Why am I talking to someone when I don’t even know if they’re there? How bad is it, before it’s too bad? How are we supposed to know when someone is just a bit down, or when they’re actually really fucking down and we should do something about it right now because they weren’t actually joking when they spoke about … Let’s not talk about it. I can’t. Chlamydia. She totally caught Chlamydia from Fatty Finlay. OH MY GOD I’M TRYING TO GET ON WITH THIS STOP TALKING ABOUT PPI AND FUCKING CONDOMS.But did you hear?