Douglas Adams – The Salmon of Doubt (2002)
I was in England at the time. I could tell I was in England because I was sitting in the rain under a wet blanket in a muddy field listening to some fucking orchestra in a kind of red tent playing hits from American movie soundtracks. Is there anywhere else in the world where people would do such a thing? …No. Even in Japan, where national pastimes include ripping out your own intestines with a knife, I think they would draw the line.