Vietnam, Me Love You Long Time. All

By The Time The Plane Was Airborne I'd Forgotten England Even Existed.

As For Me... I'm Fine. I Have Bad Dreams, But I Never Saw Mister Duck Again. I Play Video Games. I Smoke A Little Dope. I Got My Thousand-yard Stare. I Carry A Lot Of Scares. I Like The Way That Sounds. I Carry A Lot Of Scares.

The Success That Comes From My Books Is Not Something I Feel Very Comfortable With. Past A Certain Point You Have To Accept The Idea That The Success Is A Lot To Do With The Timing And Luck And That Divorces You From It Massively. There Are Aspects Of It That I Haven't Got Used To At All. But I've Enjoyed Some Parts Of It Massively. It Relates To The Same Reason I Did A Lot Of Backpacking — Partly For The Experience — It's Something To Tell My Grandkids. It's A Weird Chain Of Events To Have In Your Life.

I Never Feel A Huge Need For Backstory In My Novels Or Films. Quick Sketches Are Often Enough. When You Encounter People In Life - Like A Chance Encounter At A Bar Or Wherever You Happen To Be - You Make These Incredibly Quick, Quite Intricate Decisions About People Based On Very Small Amounts Of Coded Information. We're Good At That. Long Descriptions Prior To Meeting Someone Or As You're Getting To Know Them Almost Don't Work.

I Carry A Lot Of Scars. I Like The Way That Sounds. I Carry A Lot Of Scars.