The Most Radical Thing To Do, a mighty boosh fanfic

Title: The Most Radical Thing To Do

Pairing: Howince

Summary: Vince reflects on the things he's done.

Word Count: 547

Rating: PG for the song content.

Genre: Fluff

Disclaimer: The Mighty Boosh isn't mine. And neither is the song. It's a lovely song by The Ark.

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I could punch your face

When you say I'm good

I could dress in lace and paint my face

And go out on a cruise

In the neighbourhood

I used to try to find any excuse to pick a fight with you, and then when it got to a point where I got fed up with both you and myself, I'd hit the streets, all dressed up, just cruising for some fun.

Become a prostitute

Or become a priest

I could fuck anyone

Every girl, every boy

At least one in every town

That's to say the least

Wouldn't that be radical?

For some reason I believed that going out and sleeping with anyone I could, regardless of gender, would make me feel better. I pretended that it did, but deep down, I just felt like a whore.

But

The most radical thing to do

Is to love someone who loves you

Even when the world is seemingly

Telling you not to

I don't know what's wrong or right

But I know what's worth a fight

The most radical thing is to do what

Your heart tells you to

'Cause I do assure

You that I do adore you

I did all that because I couldn't face up to the fact that I was in love with you. I was still that stupid, shallow bitch who cared more about what other people thought of me than what was really important. I know different, now, luckily.

I could cut myself

And take it to the streets

I could dress like a freak

Leave my blankets in a heap.

Stop brushing my teeth for ninety weeks

Throw down the government

Become the president

I could try every drug

Or give everyone a hug

Set every prisoner free

And claim I'm Jesus' son

I'd had a bit of a breakdown after a while. I don't remember what triggered it, exactly, but I realised that they didn't really care about me, not like how I wanted them to. I was upset about that, and I had stayed in my room for the whole day in a funk.

Wouldn't that be radical?

Yes all of that would be radical all right

Eventually I managed to stop being the person I'd come to hate. The first time you saw me without a ridiculous outfit and copious amounts of makeup on in public, you'd keeled over in shock. So did everyone else, come to think of it.

But the most radical thing to do