Ghostwritten

by David Mitchell

When a man blows his nose you don’t call it love. Why get all misty-eyed when a man blows another part of his anatomy?

The District and Circle Line, well, even Death would rather fork out for a taxi if he’s in a hurry.

Glad I'm not the only one who feels this way

‘Wanna hear how they’re gonna spread the virus over the world, Bat?’

Aged like milk