I was supposed to be cool about this, yeah, I remember - cool was the plan. Tried to keep it all under wraps, but the wraps kept going slack. I keep turning round, I keep coming back.

I don't like my language watered down, I don't like my edges rounded off.

I am still praying for revolution.

Subtract out the impact and the fall is all you get. So here's two beers to remember why and three more to forget.

Life is a sleazy stranger, who looks vaguely familiar; flirting with a bimbo named disaster at the end of the bar.

Patriarchy is a fundamental imbalance underlying society And it's one we rarely address because it's so universal. But as I get older, I see that peace is a product of balance.

Why do our kids have to show us what gun control is all about?