Bunch of fecken eedjits

Look at them. The big eedjits.
Thousands of them. Tens of thousands of them even. 
Paul hated crowds. He hated noise. He hated bright lights. He hated merchandise stores. He hated the sound of laughter. He hates the smell of spilled beer. 

But he was addicted to Daddy Dancing. 

He was wide awake and Daddy Dancing.