Elections Are A Western Jerk-off.

Why Did I Desert Labour? Total Bloody Disillusionment. The Party Was A Corpse. It Had No Ideology, It Became Detached, Old, Spineless And Needed To Go.

But There Is A Big Difference In Working For The West And Working For A Totalitarian State.

Home's Where You Go When You Run Out Of Homes.

For All The Flailing And Huffing And Puffing, There Is A Kind Of Fatality About The Process Of War-making And The Excuses We Find For It, The Consolation Of Belligerence In Politics.

When You're My Age And You See A Story, You Better Go For It Pretty Quickly. I'd Just Like To Get A Few More Novels Under My Belt.