I Really Don't Want To Be Boring,

It's No Good Looking To Writers For Definitions Of What Constitutes Proper Writing, Because You Will Drive Yourself Crazy, And You Won't Find Anything That You Can Build Into A Coherent Whole.

You Spend Christmas At Somebody's House, You Worry About Their Operations, You Give Them Hugs And Kisses And Flowers, You See Them In Their Dressing Gown...and Then Bang, That's It. Gone Forever. And Sooner Or Later There Will Be Another Mum, Another Christmas, More Varicose Veins. They're All The Same. Only The Addresses, And The Colors Of The Dressing Gown, Change.

Reciprocation Was A Pretty Powerful Stimulant To The Imagination.

I Don't Think You Can Call It Stalking When It's Just Phone Calls And Letters And Emails And Knocking On The Door.

The Chief Attraction Of The Opposite Sex For All Of Us, Old And Young, Men And Women: We Need Someone To Save Us From The Sympathetic Smiles In The Sunday-night Cinema Queue, Someone Who Can Stop Us From Falling Down Into The Pit Where The Permanently Single Live With Their Mums And Dads.