You Are A Work Of Art.

I Always Thought My Genitals Were The Result Of Some Crude Practical Joke.

The Smiths Are Never, Ever, Ever, Ever, Ever, Ever, Ever, Ever Going To Reunite - Ever.

In England, Pop Music Seems Now To Be Exclusively For Children. If An Artist Is No Good, Why Is It Necessary To Have That Artist Repeatedly Rammed In Our Face?

Sing Your Life; Any Fool Can Think Of Words That Rhyme.

I'm Not Very Good At Being Dull.