I grew up in the 80s in England: we'd wake up each morning and look out the window to see if the government had finally put Daleks on the streets.

You're miserable, edgy and tired. You're in the perfect mood for journalism.

By four o'clock, I've discounted suicide in favor of killing everyone else in the entire world instead.

Drinking is fun! It makes me feel horrible and sexy!

Wolves ate even mighty hunters, for there was no honor or code among predators, and everyone's guts steam the same way when torn open on a cold night.

Tradition - one of those words conservative people use as a shortcut to thinking.

You must remember that the common criminal will always join the armed forces for, if nothing else, regular meals and expert training in the use of guns.