Ah wonder if anybody this side of the Atlantic has ever bought a baseball bat with playing baseball in mind.

By definition, you have to live until you die. Better to make that life as complete and enjoyable an experience as possible, in case death is shite, which I suspect it will be.

There is a kind of mysticism to writing.

I'm not running away, I'm moving on.

Most people with good jobs, middle-class occupations, what have you, are only one pitfall away from social embarrassment and destitution. It's so precarious. Even salaried people in the West now feel this sense of being trapped, not having the freedom to strike out.

Ah wonder if anybody this side of the Atlantic has ever bought a baseball bat with playing baseball in mind.

These days you can't write anybody off. If anybody is a right-wing populist, you can't write them off now because that is the rising tide of our time.