Punk Was Over In Two Years. That

My Favourite Spectator Sport Is Watching People Who Should Know Better Searching For Something, And Often Claiming To Find It, Where It Never Could Be. Women Claiming To Find Feminism In Islam Is A Good One.

Writing Is More Than Anything A Compulsion, Like Some People Wash Their Hands Thirty Times A Day For Fear Of Awful Consequences If They Do Not. It Pays A Whole Lot Better Than This Type Of Compulsion, But It Is No More Heroic.

I Almost Choke On My Popcorn When I Hear Film Stars, Who Walk On Red Carpets As Much As The Rest Of Us Do On Zebra Crossings, Criticising Youngsters Who Crave Fame.

Hooliganism Incarnate, A Walking, Talking, Screaming, Squawking Metaphor For What's Wrong With Young People Today.

Mind You, I've Always Been A Very Off-message Type Of Fat Broad; One Who Gladly Admits She Reached The Size She Is Now Solely Through Lack Of Discipline And Love Of Pleasure, And Who Rather Despises People (except Those With Proven Medical Conditions) Who Pretend That It Is Generally Otherwise.