Yet It's Not For Want Of Future

God Is In His Heaven And The First Night Was A Wow.

I Can't Think Of Anybody Worse To Live With.

By Repetition, Each Lie Becomes An Irreversible Fact Upon Which Other Lies Are Constructed.

Why Did I Desert Labour? Total Bloody Disillusionment. The Party Was A Corpse. It Had No Ideology, It Became Detached, Old, Spineless And Needed To Go.

He Has The Gift Of Quiet.