I'm Cursed With The Gift Of Foresight.

Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me. No Hope, No Harm; Just Another False Alarm.

I Would Rather Eat My Own Testicles Than Reform The Smiths, And That's Saying Something For A Vegetarian.

Whenever I Go Past Mcdonalds I Get Very, Very Angry.

Boot The Grime Of This World In The Crotch Dear.

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