i expressed an opinion. i was admittedly a little flippant; but i basically meant what i said. expressing opinions other than the most prosaic is always ill-advised. he didn't agree with me. i could almost hear his blood beginning to stew. and i sensed very clearly that he wanted to bind my wrists behind my back, drive my face repeatedly into a barnacle-encrusted rock, plunge multiple fish-hooks into the open wounds, use them to suspend me from the underside of a jetty, and watch whilst the tide comes in.

assuming my flight from town goes according to plan, i shall bear in mind that in the next place, best to keep opinions under my hat.