Henry's blog

I want to be able to talk like a mass-murderer just as convincingly as a noble revolutionary.

"Here I realise that our speaker is, amongst any other talents he possesses, an accomplished alchemist of social interaction. He is able to yell at us, force his way into our conversation to berate me on a social point some decades out of date, and then magically transform himself into the injured party, helplessly savaged by ill-mannered ruffians."

You think you've put yesterday behind you, and then you walk smack into it on your way to tomorrow.

I can lay no claim to good driving, but I know it when I see it.

Maybe we can't control where our thoughts come from and what shape they take when they get here.

Normally I'd write an accompanying blog post to every story I put up on here, but if you've been keeping tabs (please say that you have. It'd make my day) you'll have noticed there's nothing for 'A Different Kind of Madness', which has been up here for a couple of weeks.  read more »

I had the house to myself that night. Said house contained wine, music, couches and slippers. If there'd been an easily infatuated brunette around it would have been perfect.

"I apologise if my wearing a hat impinges on your evening."

Time to see who's put on weight and who's got committment issues.

"Would you like to hear some Punjabi hip-hop?"