I Hated The Royal Wedding.

He Drove Me Home In The Van, Complaining, 'women Only Like Me For My Mind'.

I Can Get Incredibly Erotic About Blotting Paper.

You Are Bound To Pick Up Influences.

I Think I Must Be, Absolutely, A Total Sex Object. In Every Sense Of The Word.

I Was Wasting My Time, Praying For Love. For A Love That Never Comes, From Someone Who Does Not Exist.