New start or not, there was a line to be drawn, and that line was singing musicals to yourself as serious psychological motivation.

Mouth guard. And I think we'll start you in goal." Goal sounded like a special job. I didn't want a special job, unless that special job involved sitting on the side under a pile of blankets.

I had always assumed the weekend was a holy tradition, respected by good people everywhere. Not so at Wexford.

I had one class in the morning, the mysteriously named "Further Maths". It was two hours long and so deeply frightening that I think I went into a trance.

This is England," he explained. "Tell someone it's a procedure, and they'll believe you. The pointless procedure is one of our great natural resources.

And if we get caught, I will claim I made you go. At gunpoint. I am American. People will assume I'm armed.

Do you ever sing in the car?" "Generally not. But I am driving a police car." "I think people would like a singing policeman. Makes life seem more like a musical. Like Foot-tastic." "You can talk for a long time about nothing." "I certainly can, you charming man!