Damn' Mosquito then.
Bloody hell. I just realised I've been shovelling mud since March. No wonder I'm feeling a bit grim.
The BBC website wants to know if the Turner Prize is rubbish or relevant. Hahahahahahaha. I'm not telling.
Found this cut-up generator link through a writers' community. Now I advocate using a carnky old typewriter, glue and scissors, a bottle of vodka, and frequent complaints in a gravelly voice as the wrong bits stick to your fingers, but there's a very nice picture of Wild Bill Burroughs on it, and it does do the job faster.