Children grow up thinking the adult world is ordered, rational, fit for purpose. It’s crap. Becoming a man is realising that it’s all rotten. Realising how to celebrate that rottenness, that’s freedom.
You saved my boy and I’m grateful, but if you step out of line… we’ll make you howl for your mother.
War as spectator sport. We are emperors of Rome, Andrew. Blood and steel, the only elements that ever meant anything.
Never trust a new passport, in my view. Always go with the old ‘uns – like Third World taxi drivers, there’s a reason they have survived.