What A Joy It Is

What A Joy It Is To Dance And Sing!

He Is, I Think, Already Pondering A Magisterial Project: That Of Buggering The English Language, The Ultimate Revenge Of The Colonialised.

Just Because We're Sisters Under The Skin Doesn't Mean We've Got Much In Common.

It Shone On Everyone, Whether They Had A Contract Or Not. The Most Democratic Thing I'd Ever Seen, That California Sunshine.

At The Best Of Times, Spring Hurts Depressives.