I feel very uncomfortable. Not quite as uncomfortable as hearing your parents making sweet, sweet love in the other room, but somewhere around there. I can only imagine what seeing Mick Jagger and David Bowie on a dimly lit street would be like. Let alone having them corner you in an alley, menacingly snapping, and shuffling their way down until they’re right on top of you. Toothy, British smiles hanging over you, asking if you’re ready for a brand new beat. Spooky; I’m certainly not ready for that nor will I ever be. That’s enough to traumatize any normal person.

But we at the BSBFB aren’t normal people. A true borderline boy would have a response ready before the question was even asked.

“Yes”, he would reply.

“I am ready.”