I'm Cursed With The Gift Of Foresight.

There's A Club If You'd Like To Go, You Could Meet Somebody Who Really Loves You, So You Go And You Stand On Your Own, And You Leave On Your Own, And You Go Home And You Cry And You Want To Die.

I've Been Dreaming Of A Time When The English Are Sick To Death Of Labour And Tories And Spit Upon The Name Oliver Cromwell And Denounce This Royal Line That Still Salutes Him And Will Salute Him Forever.

The Sorrow Of The Ira Brighton Bombing Is That Thatcher Escaped Unscathed.

I Have No Love For Myself As A Human Being, But I Have Immense Pride In The Music I Make.

The Rhino Is Now More Or Less Extinct, And It's Not Because Of Global Warming Or Shrinking Habitats. It's Because Of Beyonce's Handbags.