There are in excess of eight billion souls on this world for me to irritate and annoy - and I've barely scratched the surface, yet.

Well, we'd been drinking.

I just appreciate having a choice.

Oh, by the good Lord Cthulhu - we did. We really did.

We repaired to a tiny, dark, mysterious underground bar of a sort that Tokyo seems to specialise in - drank some gin martinis that allowed us to see through time and space, and barely made the last metro home.

I fucking *adore* this town.

That's just Gary.

Hi, Gary!

No. No, he does not.

Congratulations, Dr. Turner - wishing you all the best in what will be a great career of achievement and discovery.

And fuck those smooth-brained incel dickheads. May their utter inadequacy consume them.

I can't imagine what my Canadian friends have been feeling, this past year.

Elbows up, mate.

As an Australian watching this nightmare from afar, I'm also dreading how much damage he, his cronies, his enablers and his feckless corrupt family might do beyond your borders, if this is allowed to continue. No-one will be immune.

The foul rapist bastard's evil will only metastatise and spread.

What the fuck, are you out of your fucking minds?

READ. THE. FUCKING. ROOM.

He's all class, isn't he?

Along with being a corrupt, ignorant, insane rapist, I mean.

I'm convinced that Scott Jennings is so stupid, he has to shit on all fours.

Speaking as an Australian - he can fuck right off.

I take a fast-acting ibuprofen variant, to get on top of truly horrifying hangovers.

If this blobby couch-fucking charlatan thinks he's cutting into my drinking time, there's going to be bloodshed.

Oh, my God.

That. Was. LETHAL.

JCO should say he's not allowed to comb his hair with a cheesegrater.