She walked quickly through the darkness with the frank stride of someone who was at least certain that the forest, on this damp and windy night, cont… - Terry Pratchett

We are here and it is now. The way I see it is, after that, everything tends towards guesswork.

Boot-faced cats aren't born but made, often because they've tried to outstare or occasionally rape a speeding car and have been repaired by a vet who just pulled all the bits together and stuck the stitches in where there was room.

Bognor has always meant to me the quintessential English seaside experience (before all this global warming stuff): driving in the rain to get there, walking around in the rain looking for something to do when you're there, and driving home in the rain again...