"So what’s so interesting about you-o where’s the damage, where’s the fun? Think of all the things we done. But we’ll never do them no more-o"

In the words of Freddy Mercury;
‘I want to break free
God knows, God knows I want to break free’
I guess we all do, don’t we? We all want to escape from ourselves, in some way. It’s like those stupid urges you get to start screaming, or shouting at the top of your lungs in public. Is it the deranged side of us trying to get out? To be honest, I think it could be a really cool existence if you let it. If you just let yourself...be.

At a conference of sociologists in America in 1977, love was defined as "the cognitive-affective state characterized by intrusive and obsessive fantasizing concerning reciprocity of amorant feelings by the object of the amorance." That is jargon - the practice of never calling a spade a spade when you might instead call it a manual earth-restructuring implement - and it is one of the great curses of modern English.