And in the cyclic multiverse that is Upsideclown (because it's Monday), we return to Jamie:

There's something reassuring about the feel of a sharp knife in your hand. It doesn't have to be a big one, we're not talking machetes or those fuck-off Turkish sword things, just your old Stanley, or even one of the old girl's from the kitchen. Just the knowledge that if some wanker starts on you, you can pull it out and watch the bastard shit himself on the spot.

There's not much more I can add really; except to say that I'm steering clear of whatever regression therapy he took in order to come up with Kids' stuff.