You Were Born With Your Legs Apart.

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."

With Madness, As With Vomit, It's The Passerby Who Receives The Inconvenience.

Reading Isn't An Occupation We Encourage Among Police Officers. We Try To Keep The Paperwork Down To A Minimum.

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.

Civilizations Have Been Founded And Maintained On Theories Which Refused To Obey Facts.