I Don't Even Know If I Exist

The Only Thing That Could Possibly Save British Politics Would Be Margaret Thatcher's Assassin.

The Brits Are Ghastly. I Never Would Accept A Brit. It Would Be Like Laurence Olivier Being Happy Getting A Tv Times Award.

Whenever I’d Over­hear How People Found Me To Be ‘a Bit Much’ (which Is The Gentle Way Of Say­ing The Word ‘unbear­able’), I Under­stood Why. To Myself I Would Say: Well, Yes Of Course I’m A Bit Much — If I Weren’t, I Would Not Be Lit Up By So Many Lights.

It Could Be Construed That The Reason I Wouldn't Wish To Live In England Is The Immigration Explosion. And That's Not True At All.

You Say: 'oh, Please Forgive' You Say: 'oh, Live And Let Live.' But Sorry Doesn't Help Us. Sorry Will Not Save Us. Sorry Is Just A Word You Find So Easy To Say (so You Say It Anyway). Sorry Doesn't Help Us. Sorry Won't Protect Us. Sorry Won't Undo All The Good Gone Wrong.