“Ever met a sympathetic doctor? No ways. They’re always impatient, glancing at the watch, calculating the price of your sickness against the price of another pair of shoes for the bitch wife with the reluctant cunt.” — Ian Martin Copy Share Image
“You never know what’s lurking in the bloodstream, or skulking under the foreskin, or squatting in the liver, or flitting hither and thither from branch to branch in the bronchial forest.” — Ian Martin Copy Share Image
“Ever met a sympathetic doctor? No ways. They’re always impatient, glancing at the watch, calculating the price of your sickness against the price of… — Ian Martin Copy Share Image
“Religion and nationalism? I defecate on the altar of religious conviction, and wipe my arse on the flag of national pride.” — Ian Martin Copy Share Image
“You never know what’s lurking in the bloodstream, or skulking under the foreskin, or squatting in the liver, or flitting hither and thither from… — Ian Martin Copy Share Image
“My mission is to offend and insult the bourgeois defenders of the status quo, and entertain those who enjoy sex, violence and sick humour… — Ian Martin Copy Share Image
