“Some seek the comfort of their therapist's office, other head to the corner pub and dive into a pint, but I chose running as my therapy.”

“I carried my pint to a corner table and sat just looking at it for a moment: the head of foam, the tiny bubbles ascending through clear gold, the droplets condensing on the sides of the glass, then running down to form a wet circle on the beer mat. Reputations are ruined, marriages destroyed, lifes works forsaken for the beauty of such a sight. There are seven thousand pubs in London.”

“It was as if Tutankhamen or Miss Havisham had wandered into the pub one night and started bitching about the head on the pints.”

“There’s something wonderful about drinking in the afternoon. A not-too-cold pint, absolutely alone at the bar – even in this fake-ass Irish pub.”

“Some people find comfort in the past. Others seek comfort in the future. Very few consider the most beautiful place and time: here and now.”

“I want to be the boss, and have my name embossed on the corner office door.”