On September 28 the fleet hove in sight, and all came safely to anchor in Pevensey Bay. There was no opposition to the landing. The local "fyrd" had been called out this year four times already to watch the coast, and having, in true English style, come to the conclusion that the danger was past because it had not yet arrived had gone back to their homes.

I never worry about action, but only about inaction.

The only thing that comes to a sleeping man is dreams.

Don't get too comfortable with who you are at any given time - you may miss the opportunity to become who you want to be.

The bigger the better; In everything.

I know I am pretentious, but I'd be the first person to tell you that. And I'm not apologising, because I'm bored of indie bands that are terrified of doing anything that could be perceived as aspirational, so they don't affect the status quo of their little cliquey band world.