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'In some ways I love everything, I like things that I like but I love everything. There's more choice in like, cos even the worst things there's thing to love in them'

1. Keith Murray
2. We are Scientists
3. Starbucks
4. River Island
5. Drinking
6. Sleeping
7. Charlie Simpson
8. Sauces from McDonalds
9. Diet Coke
10. When people are not barfing
11. Arctic Monkeys
12. Her new hat
13. Super Mario (hah)
14. Murder She Wrote
15. Being Prefect of the year (pah that title was mine lickass)

There is a cave. And at the very bottom of this cave are kept some prisoners. The prisoners are kept chained up, facing a wall. They are never allowed to turn and see what is behind them. So the prisoners spend their entire lives looking only at the wall.

Then, one day, one of the prisoners - let's call him 'Alf' - is released. He is made to turn around and look up.
At first, Alf is blinded by a brilliant light. It hurts his eyes. But after a while Alf's eyes start to adjust.
As his eyes become accustomed to the light, Alf begins to see that up above the prisoners and behind them is a fire. It was this fire that first blinded him. And between the fire and the prisoners is a path.
The path is used by the gaolers. Alf can see that, as the gaolers walk along the path carrying objects, the objects they carry cast shadows down on to a wall in front of the prisoners.

Now, Alf has never seen a real object before. When he was a prisoner, he could only see the shadows that were cast on to the wall. So, like all the other prisoners, he ended up supposing that these shadows were the real objects. He mistook what he saw on the wall for reality.

But now Alf can see how he and the other prisoners had been fooled. He now understands that what he had earlier taken to be the real world was merely a parade of shadows. He realises that the real world had been hidden from him.

A little later, some of the gaolers lead Alf from the cave into the sunlight outside. The brightness of the light again blinds him at first. But gradually Alf's eyes adjust. Finally, he recognises the sun.

Now, Alf is a kind man. Not surprisingly, he feels very sorry for the other prisoners he left behind in the cave. So he decides to return down into the depths to tell them what he has seen, to explain to them how things really are. He feels sure that they will want to know all about his journey into the real world.
But when Alf reaches the bottom of the cave, his eyes are no longer accustomed to the dark. He stumbles. He bumps into things. So the other prisoners think that Alf's journey has made him blind. Then things get worse. When Alf starts to explain to them how things really are, they don't want to listen. They are happily engrossed in watching the shadows in front of them. They tell him to shut up. [...]
But Alf won't give up. He wants to help them. So he carries on trying to tell them all about the hidden world up above them. Then the prisoners get really angry. [...] They throw rocks at him. They drive him away. And so the prisoners waste away their lives watching shadows. They never do find out the truth.