It Is Not The Eyes Of Others

The Theatre Should Be Treated With Respect. The Theatre Is A Wonderful Place, A House Of Strange Enchantment, A Temple Of Illusion. What It Most Emphatically Is Not And Never Will Be Is A Scruffy, Ill-lit, Fumed-oak Drill Hall Serving As A Temporary Soap Box For Political Propaganda.

If He (peter O'toole) Had Been Any Prettier It Would Have Been Florence Of Arabia.

Labour Leaders Lead Us All, Though We Know They Bleed Us All. Cheer Our New Decline And Fall, Gibbon Might Have Dreamed It All.

We Have No Reliable Guarantee That The Afterlife Will Be Any Less Exasperating Than This One, Have We?

It's Like This, Dear Boy, The One In Front Is Blind And The Kind One Behind Is Pushing Him.