God Is A Gentleman. He

Policemen, Like Red Squirrels, Must Be Protected.

On Our Way Home We Were Waiting For The Bus When A Very Fat, Pompous-looking Woman Reeled Out Of A Pub Shouting, "melancholia? Ad Nauseam."

The Oscar Wilde Of Welfare State Gentility.

You Were Born With Your Legs Apart. They'll Send You To The Grave In A Y-shaped Coffin.

Cleanse My Heart... Give Me The Ability To Rage Correctly