Punk Was Over In Two Years. That

I Don't Really Care What People Tell Children - When You Believe In Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny And The Tooth Fairy, One More Fib Won't Hurt. But I Am Infuriated By The Growing Notion, Posited In Some Touchy-feely Quarters, That All Women Are, Or Can Be, Beautiful.

Rachel Cusk's Books Are Like Pop-up Volumes For Grown-ups, The Prose Springing Out Of The Page To Bop You Neatly Between The Eyes With Its Insights.

Graham Greene Famously Said That All Writers Need A Chip Of Ice In Their Heart; Cusk Can Come Across As The Most Beautiful Ice Palace Of Stalactites And Stalagmites, And Some People Find Her Company, Albeit By Proxy, About As Inviting As A Long Weekend In A Walk-in Frigidaire.

Only Those Who Haven't Got The Wit To Speak For Themselves Would Ever Want Their Clothes To Do It For Them.

Having 'best Friends' Is - At Least For Me - As Outdated And Small-minded A Concept As The Idea Of 'sunday Best Clothes.'