I look into the future and what do I see? Just the blank rolling of the years, one after another, like grey, hopless waves beating against my brains till the blood runs out of my ears.

We live in a doomed world. Nobody likes anybody any more, nobody cares about anybody or anything. People go around hitting and stabbing and stealing and insulting. The countryside's a poisonous mess, the cities are unbreathable, you can get beaten up by a twelve-year-old and ripped off by your neighbour.

Films and music are crap. Books are crap. The streets are so full you can't walk in a town without being pushed off the pavement, the roads are unusable, the trains are a joke, the politicians are so feeble-minded and gutless you can't even hate them.

You smile at someone in the street, you're either knifed in the kidneys or in court for rape. Opening a newspaper's like opening a fold of used lavatory paper. Turn on the television and you're sprayed in coloured vomit.

Grey and hopeless.