This cheery place is a hospital for treating ill, unhappy people. The pub across the road won't serve patients - they're the wrong sort.

​Yes we're people - the planet's packed with us lying by withholding/selecting/spinning information, or frightening each other silly with gross ways of purveying realness (like I'm doing now). And cracking terrible funny jokes and reproducing, so I'll put a sock in it which means shut up!