My experience in Amsterdam is that cyclists ride where the hell they like and aim in a state of rage at all pedestrians while ringing their bell loudly, the concept of avoiding people being foreign to them.

The Auditors fluttered anxiously. And, as always happens in their species when something goes radically wrong and needs fixing instantly, they settled down to try to work how who was to blame.

Sometimes, the best answer is a more interesting question.

It was one of those problematic occasions with long silences, sporadic coughs, and people saying isolated things like, "Well, isn't this nice.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do, if you ever find anything I wouldn't do.

Hat = wizard, wizard = hat. Everything else is frippery.

By the time you've reached your sixties, you do know that one day you will die, and knowing that is at least the beginning of wisdom.