"Stop the clocks, kill the firstborn, rename the moon "Thatcher" and then set fire to the sea. Boil the air, ban Death, privatise the trees and drape the clouds in thick, rough, bibleblack taffeta. Strangle Time, arrest thought, dilute tears and yank a Kraken's arse til it whinnies like a narwhal. Fuck this, fuck that, fuck everything & bay at the moon like a werewolf on acid. But believe me, Tories, she ain't coming back!" ~ Martin Rowson (on Twitter)