"Look at that. A wee boy having a swing. He's got the whole park to himself, not a care in the world... I want to do that! I want to have a swing! But can I? Can I ♥♥♥♥. I mean just picture it: You're walking by here, you look in, the whole park's empty except for one person on a swing; but instead of it being a wee boy, it's a man. A grown man having a swing. You'd be like 'check out that weirdo!' And why is that? I mean I know having a swing's childish, but it's not pure out-of-order childish. I'll tell you why it is. See when you get to about twelve years old. Everybody starts telling you to grow up. Everybody starts telling you to get off that swing and grow up, otherwise you'll look like a weirdo. Otherwise you won't fit in. Well here's me 'fitting in'. You happy? Here's me fitting in, I'm off the swing, right, what have you got for me now then? I'm twelve years old, what have you got for me now to replace that swing with? I'll tell you what you've got: Nothing. ♥♥♥♥, booze, drugs, nothing.
In fact, forget about me being twelve years old, I'm thirty-four years old, and I still want to go on that swing. But you still won't let me. So what have you got to replace that swing with? I'll tell you what you've got. Work! That's what you got. Monday to Friday work. Next monday to Friday more work. I could go away on some pishy holiday and try to forget about work, but then I gotta come back and catch up on all my work. Work. Work. Work. No wonder everybody's depressed, no wonder everybody hates their life." - Limmy, 2009