Mocking Hugh Hefner Is Easy To Do,

Disco Dancing Is Just The Steady Thump Of A Giant Moron Knocking In An Endless Nail.

Writers Quite Often Starve. And I'm Mainly Just Writing Critical Prose And Poetry, That's A Formula For Starvation.

Perhaps I Should Have Pointed Out More Often That Without Her (mother's) Guidance And Example I Might Have Gone Straight From Short Pants To Long Bay Gaol, Which In Those Days Was Still In Use And Heavily Populated By Larcenous Young Men Who Had Chosen Their Parents Less Wisely.

In The Bob Hope Golf Classic (lwt) The Participation Of President Gerald Ford Was More Than Enough To Remind You That The Nuclear Button Was At One Stage At The Disposal Of A Man Who Might Have Either Pressed It By Mistake Or Else Pressed It Deliberately In Order To Obtain Room Service.

She Wasn't Just Beautiful. She Was Like The Sun Coming Up: Coming Up Giggling. She Was Giggling As If She Had Just Remembered Something Funny.