For years, whatever happened, I had only one thing to say: “You don’t get to tell me what to do here!” Of course, it was fun, it wasn’t meant to be aggressive or degrading to anyone, it was really only a bloody sentence to say something not appropriate in every situation.
We laughed a lot about it – I remember one occasion when I was in a hotel with Csino, a very good friend of mine, and I don’t know how, but something brought up the line: Simon meets God, and when God wants to say something, Simon says: you don’t get to tell me what to do here!
OK, now that doesn’t sound so funny, but back then it was. I can’t explain it why, but it was. Maybe we were drunker then than now, but I remember that it happened in the morning – although that does not rule out being the alcohol.
Anyway, I have always had some kind of favourite words or expressions, sentences through my life, these things have been following me.