Policemen, Like Red Squirrels, Must Be Protected.

People Think I Write Fantasy, But I Don't; Some Things May Be Exaggerated Or Distorted In The Same Way That Painters Distort And Alter Things, But They're Realistic Figures. They're Perfectly Recognisable.

On Our Way Home We Were Waiting For The Bus When A Very Fat, Pompous-looking Woman Reeled Out Of A Pub Shouting, "melancholia? Ad Nauseam."

Cleanse My Heart... Give Me The Ability To Rage Correctly

You Were Born With Your Legs Apart. They'll Send You To The Grave In A Y-shaped Coffin.

Every Luxury Was Lavished On You - Atheism, Breastfeeding, Circumcision.