Drive to Pattaya and go watch some fat balding Englishmen walk around with girls younger than their daughter and be safe in the knowledge they are taking them to the cleaners.
Either that or do a Frank (Skinner) go out into your back yard and let loose a primal scream into the night.
It's supposed to be very therapeutic and every time I think about it I get that urge to shout as loud as possible.
Has anyone just roared at nothing recently as loud as they possibly can?
I think I’d crack up slightly afterwards as well.
