Mostly I Sit At Home In The

New Technology Is Useful, But It's Inefficient And Ugly; It Knows It'll Be Obsolete By Lunchtime Tomorrow, So It Has No Incentive To Be Anything Else

Lawyers Are Predators In Grey Worsted

At Any Given Time, Ninety-nine-point-nine-five Per Cent Of The Human Race Are A Confounded Nuisance

Among The Gods, There Is A Dispute As To Which One Of Them Originally Thought Of Christianity; Or, As They Call It, The Great Leg Pull. Apollo Has The Best Claim, But A Sizeable Minority Support Pluto, Ex-god Of The Dead, On The Grounds That He Has A Really Sick Sense Of Humour. How Would It Be, Suggested The Unidentified God, If First We Tell Them All To Love Their Neighbour, Pack In The Killing And Thieving, And Be Nice To Each Other. Then We Let Them Start Burning Heretics.

Poetry Is One Of The Few Nasty Childhood Habits I've Managed To Grow Out Of