Love Is A Many Trousered Thing.

There He Is, Tall, Tanned, Italian, Sophisticated. So What Do You Do?" I Said, "er, Leap On Him And Snog Him Within An Inch Of His Life? Taking Care Not To Strangle Myself On His False Beard, Or Disturb His Banana.

I Am Looking At You And You Are Looking At Me. This Is Very Good. I Am Looking And I Am Liking. You Are Looking And You Are Thinking, 'i Hope She Doesn't Hit Me With Her Crop.' But That Is Because I Am Me And You Are You.

How Do You Make Yourself Not Like Someone?

I Like The Idea That I Can Talk To Any Teenage Girls. You Know, In A Language That Makes Sense To Them.

I Wanted To Kill Her And Make Her Eat Her Fringe. And Her Knickers.