The old me would have appended something to that sentence, but the new me knows that even if you nail the follow up all qualifiers weaken the case.
Where better to release your demons than the Black Forest? It’s absolutely full of hobgoblins and that sort of thing; no one will notice.
Hyde Park is the main stomping ground of the anti-terror squad isn’t it? Half of the people in it at any time work for Special Branch, everyone knows that.
It should be daunting, under the studio lights, the cameras pointing at you, the potential of everlasting shame close at hand, yet I feel calm.
And so, like a fast-tracked graduate trainee about to start the real job, all the attention was suddenly switched off, and we were ignored for the next four hours.
But I kept the mallet because there’s probably some science on it that can link me with the scene of the crime.
Have you noticed, that there’s a delicious irony at play here? That his is a weak mind, over which he holds dominion, whereas mine is strong, and is the master of the body in which it resides.
Imagine that prick coming down the corridor at you with a syringe full of something.
Yes, the secret of success and self-improvement, is to undermine your mind.
It means that they have secured ownership of my adverts for £500 less than it cost me to have them made.