My Eyebrows Could Do With A Trim.

I Abhor Nothing More Than Bumping Into Someone I Know On The Tube.

I See My Large Nose, Like Half An Avocado. I Broke It Falling Downstairs When I Was Six, And It Now Resembles A Large Blob Of Play-dough.

The Real Change That Paintings Undergo Is In The Perceptions Of The Viewer.

I Find It Hilarious That There Are Academics Who Try To Analyse Chemical Changes In The Brains Of Students While Exposing Them To Gags.

An Uninspiring Canvas Becomes A Glamorous Masterpiece When It Is Reattributed To A Better-known Artist.