I Can't Believe I'm 29.

For The First Time In My Life The Eternal 'i' Becomes 'we', As, Finally, I Can Get On With Someone.

And Though I Walk Home Alone, My Faith In Love Is Still Devout.

Women Don't Go To War To Kill Other Women. Wars And Armies And Nuclear Weapons Are Essentially Heterosexual Hobbies.

Popular Music Is Slowly Being Laid To Rest In Every Conceivable Way... The Ashes Are Already About Us If We Could But Notice Them.

Again, I Lay Awake, And I Cried Because Of Waste.