There are fascinating possibilities in this situation. I’d get it down on paper if I were you.

The humble and meek are thirsting for lood.

I’d the upbringing a nun would envy. Until I was fifteen I was more familiar with Africa than my own body.

It’s all any reasonable child can expect if the dad is present at the conception.

Reading isn’t an occupation we encourage among police officers. We try to keep the paperwork down to a minimum.

You were born with your legs apart. They’ll send you to the grave in a Y-shaped coffin.

I’m too amused by the way people carry on to give in to despair.

Every luxury was lavished on you – atheism, breastfeeding, circumcision.

With madness, as with vomit, it’s the passerby who receives the inconvenience.

The humble and meek are thirsting for blood.