First, it was not a strip bar, it was an erotic club. And second, what can I say? I'm a night owl.
At home, I love reaching out into that absolute silence, when you can hear the owl or the wind.
I am a night owl. I always have been... and I'd like to think I always will be, although surely having children will put a stop to my nightly affairs with myself.
Some kinds of animals burrow in the ground; others do not. Some animals are nocturnal, as the owl and the bat; others use the hours of daylight. There are tame animals and wild animals. Man and the mule are always tame; the leopard and the wolf are invariably wild, and others, as the elephant, are easily tamed.
I'm a bit of a night owl because that's when I feel the most creative and alive.
I have a hippopotamus skull next to my bed, called Gregory. When I was six, my three sisters and I clubbed together and paid £4 for it in a junk shop. We collected owl pellets, ostrich eggs and sheep skulls for our natural history museum at home.
In the hierarchy of public lands, national parks by law have been above the rest: America's most special places, where natural beauty and all its attendant pleasures - quiet waters, the scents of fir and balsam, the hoot of an owl, and the dark of a night sky unsullied by city lights - are sacrosanct.
The wailing owl Screams solitary to the mournful moon.
I'm a night owl, and luckily my profession supports that. The best ideas come to me in the dead of night.
I'm a night owl.