I've spent years in a haze, trying to forget my past. Sakaar seemed like the best place to drink, and to forget... and to die, one day.

Kit froze with the pipe between his teeth, the relit spill pressed to the weed within it.

A song with echoes of a 1950s ballad style, updated by way of early, parodistic Frank Zappa and a dash of electronica, examines a sort of Rumsfeldian cynicism, represented by the assertion that our problems are so complex that only experts can deal with them.

The country recognized their defence vulnerability after an airplane landed in front of the central square without any consequences.