Sadly, A Lot Of What Passes For

It Shouldn't Come As Any Surprise That Those Who Choose Acting As A Profession Are Phonies Who Live In A Fantasy World. What Is Surprising Is How Many Of Them Are Blissfully Unaware Of It.

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.

The Money I Pay For My Cultural Experiences Came Willingly From My Own Pocket - They Were Not The Result Of Bread Being Removed From The Mouths Of The Poor So That Miss Thing Here Could Mince Off To The Circus Smelling Of Roses.

I Don't Have A Spiritual Bone In My Body; But What I Am, Is Religious.

When I Moved To Brighton From London In 1995, I Was Struck By What I Thought Of As Its Townliness. A Town, It Seemed To Me, Was That Perfect Place To Live, Neither City Nor Country, Both Of Which Like To Think They Are Light Years Apart But Actually Have A Great Deal In Common.