Only A 90s Throwback Remembers How Large Unemployed Psychic Didn't Change Cat Litter For A Month. The massive void is like Piers Morgan, it is hideously foul and yet pointless and empty at the same time, but more importantly, completely utterly foul. I was to learn, much later, that my mother, a strange creature whose sanity had been permanantly compromised after a tragic incident with a goose inspector and a fire hazard, and about 23 years of alcoholism, was at that time labouring under the intriguing misapprehension that badgers had a penchant for angel delight. <br><br>