As With Most Liberal Sexual Ideas, What

Is The Raggle-taggle Brangelina Tribe Any More Bogus Than That Of The Landlocked Yummy Mummy Who Believes That She Can Drop Half A Dozen Brats And Still Keep A Modest Carbon Footprint? I Don't Think So.

Whenever I Am Sent A New Book On The Lively Arts, The First Thing I Do Is Look For Myself In The Index.

I Have Always Voted Labour And I Always Will. I Have Got To Have One Stupid, Bovine Part Of Me And That's The Part That Votes Labour.

Hooliganism Incarnate, A Walking, Talking, Screaming, Squawking Metaphor For What's Wrong With Young People Today.

I Feel I'm Trying To Get This Really Crap Car Going, And It Just Keeps Stalling On Me. And Then Other Times I Feel Like My Life's A Train Thundering Toward Me, And I'm In A Car Stuck On The Crossroads And Can't Get Out. Isn't It Great Being Young!