A Bloody Good Thing, But Too Late.

You Kissed Me Because You Were Awfully Nice And I Was Awfully Nice And We Both Liked Kissing Very Much. It Was Inevitable.

Labour Leaders Lead Us All, Though We Know They Bleed Us All. Cheer Our New Decline And Fall, Gibbon Might Have Dreamed It All.

Someday I Suspect, When Jesus Has Definitely Got Me For A Sunbeam, My Works May Be Adequately Assessed.

It's No Use To Go And Take Courses In Playwriting Any More Than It's Much Use Taking Courses In Acting. Better Play To A Bad Matinée In Hull, It Will Teach You Much More Than A Year Of Careful Instruction.

My Philosophy Is As Simple As Ever - Smoking, Drinking, Moderate Sexual Intercourse On A Diminishing Scale, Reading And Writing (not Arithmetic). I Have A Selfish Absorption In The Well-being And Achievement Of Noel Coward.