Now this might disturb you, but I find I'm OK by myself; and I don't need you or your benevolence to make sense.

In my life why do I smile at people I'd rather kick in the eye?

It could be construed that the reason I wouldn't wish to live in England is the immigration explosion. And that's not true at all.

The Brits are ghastly. I never would accept a Brit. It would be like Laurence Olivier being happy getting a TV Times award.

Life's full of tricky snakes and ladders.

You either approve of violence or you don't, and nothing on earth is more violent or extreme than the meat industry.

I could only tolerate an afternoon if I took a triple amount of the stated dose of valium prescribed by my GP (who would soon take his own life).