The Daily Mail has learned, by imagining them, of literally BILLIONS of incidents of reading the works of Karl Marx, all of them involving ravers smashed out of their tiny minds on ecstasy.

In the glorious days of Margaret Thatcher, no hardworking family of Britain would expect to experience reading the works of Karl Marx, but nowadays thanks to ravers smashed out of their tiny minds on ecstasy reading the works of Karl Marx is an everyday occurence.

Frankly, the only thing that any sane person can say is We are a grandmother.