No One I Know Is

When You Cry, You Don't Look Very Attractive; You Look Snotty And Blotchy. People Seem To Manage To Cry Quite Prettily These Days, And To Me, That Smacks Of Not Being Very Genuine.

I've Always Liked To Think I Could Do Anything I Wished As Well As - If Not Better Than - A Man. But I Wasn't Very Good At Rally Driving.

I Wouldn't Say I Was Organised At All. I Just Have To Prioritise. Is It More Important For Them To Be Organised, Or To Have Their Dinner, Do You Know What I Mean?

I Have Big Friends Who Won't Go Swimming Because They're Too Embarrassed About It. I Feel That's Such A Shame, Because Actually People Should Be Encouraging Fat People Who Are Exercising To Do It, Not Pointing And Laughing.

In The End, Punk Inevitably Burned Itself Out And Acted As A Bridge Across Which The New Romantics Could Sashay In Their Chiffon And Glossy Hair.