I've never been averse to a little risk - after all, writing without risk is not really writing at all. Sometimes one has to just let fly with a high concept piece and see where the pieces fall. As it generally turns out, the central story is familiar, but just with different rules of engagement.

Individual words, sounds, squiggles on paper with no meanings other than those with which our imagination can clothe them.

The industrial age had only just begun; the planet had reached its Best Before date.

He set fire to some potatoes, then cooked some undelivered post in the embers." - Dad "Did he now? What a strange fellow. I would have done it the other way around." - Stafford

Humpty had always sat on walls, it was his way.

Comedy was one of those genres that while appearing quite jolly was actually highly dangerous.

To each our own Hamlet.