Death and Famine and War and Pollution continued biking towards Tadfield. And Grievous Bodily Harm, Cruelty To Animals, Things Not Working Properly Even After You've Given Them A Good Thumping but secretly No Alcohol Lager, and Really Cool People travelled with them.

If you can't eat it, drink it, smoke it, or snort it... then f*ck it!

Give me boredom. At least I know where I'm going to eat and sleep tonight.

I love CGI if it's invisible. I don't like it when it's there and obvious.

Sometimes I think that ideas float through the atmosphere like huge squishy pumpkins, waiting for heads to drop on.

I realized the other day that about the only author I genuinely read for pure pleasure is one of the worst authors in the world, a guy called Harry Stephen Keeler, a long dead American mystery writer. He was probably the greatest bad writer America ever produced.

I started out writing much more science fictiony stuff and writing about science fiction.