I was under the care of a couple of medical students who couldn't diagnose a decapitation.

I was under the care of a couple of medical students who couldn't diagnose a decapitation.

There's nothing undignified about lying about all day and being waited on by servants, sipping bloody champagne.

You never see a pretty, unattached girl on a racecourse. But you often see positive gangs of rather unpretty ones. They are the owners or the owners' wives and they wear mink in all weathers and far too much make-up. For some odd reason, I can never work out why they always seem to be married to haulage contractors in the North, builders in the South and farmers in the West.

Oh, to me not drinking is like being dead, almost. I sit here taking endless journeys down memory lane. It gets boring.

Oh, the self-importance of fading stars. Never mind, they will be black holes one day.

One way to stop a runaway horse is to bet on him.