Provocative and hopeless.
If i come across a tombstone engraved with them two words in a decade or three, then i won't dancing on the squelchy turf that hosts it, but i will damn well doff my cap to you that day, and silently pray, for Satan's sake, that you're not moaning day and night about...
You do realise almost everyone thinks you're a nob. Just wind it in Kev and say something nice for once. I think you could even feel good about yourself then, instead of this playing as this dour and monotonous caricature you're determined to crave attention as.