My mother is the war,' declares Roger Mexico, leaning over to open the door.

He was visited on a lunar basis by these great unspecific waves of horniness, whereby all women within a certain age group and figure envelope became immediately and impossibly desirable. He emerged from these spells with eyeballs still oscillating and a wish that his neck could rotate through the full 360 degrees.

But with a sigh he had released her hand, while she was so lost in the fantasy that she hadn't felt it go away, as if he'd known the best moment to let go.

For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross

Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.

It takes, unhappily, no more than a desk and writing supplies to turn any room into a confessional.

Explosion without an objective', declared Miles Blundell, 'is politics in its purest form'.