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.
House rules. No phones, no postcards to Devon dumplings. No messages in a bottle. The chief values privacy, as do we all. All the way down to the beach, as far as you can go, and it’s on the right. Alternatively, fill your pockets with stones, walk into the sea and keep going.