We pull on to the road, where our only company are the wandering cattle, who have become commonplace as traffic lights. Lethargic and listless, they look like they've been roaming the roads of Guinea since the dawn of time. And no doubt they will continue to long after we're gone.

What's my guilty pleasure? The thing is, I never feel guilty about pleasures.

The world I've grown into at the moment is becoming increasingly more disturbing and unsettling.

You can’t really legislate for the decisions that your heart makes.

Truth in drama is elusive. You never quite find it, but the search for it is compulsive.

Without revealing too much, there's a specific skill set you need to be in Loki's army - let me know if you have the qualifications.

I wonder what the world would be like if everybody walked their talk; if word was married with deed; promises delivered by action.