The Weasel Under The Cocktail Cabinet.

When The Storm Is Over And Night Falls And The Moon Is Out In All Its Glory And All You're Left With Is The Rhythm Of The Sea, Of The Waves, You Know What God Intended For The Human Race, You Know What Paradise Is.

This Particular Nurse Said, Cancer Cells Are Those Which Have Forgotten How To Die. I Was So Struck By This Statement.

Isn't It True That Every Aristocrat Wants To Die?

Clinton's Hands Remain Incredibly Clean, Don't They, And Tony Blair's Smile Remains As Wide As Ever. I View These Guises With Profound Contempt.

A Short Piece Of Work Means As Much To Me As A Long Piece Of Work.