I Was Driving My Car,

Any Criticism Of Thatcher Throws A Dangerously Absurd Light On The Entire Machinery Of British Politics. Thatcher's Name Must Be Protected, Not Because Of All The Wrong That She Had Done, But Because The People Around Her Allowed Her To Do It.

I Have Seen One Or Two Psychiatrists. They Just Sit And Nod And Doodle.

Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me. No Hope, No Harm; Just Another False Alarm.

People Are Still Disturbingly Vague About The Treatment Of Animals. People Still Seem To Believe That Meat Is A Particular Substance Not At All Connected To Animals Playing In The Field Over There. People Don't Realise How Gruesomely And Fighteningly The Animal Gets To The Plate.

I Was Wasting My Time, Praying For Love. For A Love That Never Comes, From Someone Who Does Not Exist.