Do you remember shouting at me in the Commons in the 1970s that you weren't having the likes of me breaking up Britain and destroying the working class through a Scots parliament. You are in a Scots parliament. What happened?

Without stories of progress, the world has become a terrifying place. The ruin glares at us with the horror of its abandonment. It’s not easy to know how to make a life, much less avert planetary destruction. Luckily there is still company, human and not human. We can still explore the overgrown verges of our blasted landscapes - the edges of capitalist discipline, scalability, and abandoned resource plantations. We can still catch the scent of the latent commons - and the elusive autumn aroma.

The trick with a truly successful intimidation is not to rely on volume or obscenity, but to cultivate that quiet certainty which informs any listener that your people will do the shouting for you, should the moment come.

I was shouting for them to stop.

He's a good guy. I really like him. He likes to sling it and that's my type of quarterback.

Bigfoot may well be an extraterrestrial, because - remember Chewbacca?