These Women Whose Antics We Smirk At

Gluttony And Idleness Are Two Of Life's Great Joys, But They Are Not Honourable.

I Didn't Cry When I Left Free-booting, Smash-and-grab Papers That Would Have Appeared To Be Far More Natural Homes For Me And, At The Risk Of Being Vulgar, Paid Far Better For My Services.

I Have Always Voted Labour And I Always Will. I Have Got To Have One Stupid, Bovine Part Of Me And That's The Part That Votes Labour.

Blakes Hotel In South Kensington Was A Particular Favourite Of Mine During What I Affectionately Think Of As My Restless Years.

I Am Firmly Of The Opinion That Women Who Make A Lot Of Effort To Hang Onto Their Looks In Middle Age (unless They Are Beauties, Entertainers Or Prostitutes) Are Rather Sad, As One Should Surely Have Something More Substantial To Recommend One By This Time, Such As Kindness Or Cleverness.