Poetry Is One Of The Few Nasty

I Try And Do 2,500 Words A Day, Every Day Of The Year

At Any Given Time, Ninety-nine-point-nine-five Per Cent Of The Human Race Are A Confounded Nuisance

Luck, Like A Russian Car, Generally Only Works If You Push It.

Mostly I Sit At Home In The Evenings Watching The Box And Hoping That One Day I'll Evolve Into Plankton.

Lawyers Are Predators In Grey Worsted