God, come down, if you're really there - Well, you're the one who claims to care!

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.

Even now - in the final hour of my life - I'm falling in love again.

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.

Although I don't have anything against people from other countries, the higher the influx into England the more the British identity disappears.

I'd love to...but only with you.

I am still my teenage self. If you think that we all step through a door marked Adult, or that we sign a Grown-Up Document, you’re quite wrong. We remain as we always were, and that, alas, is one of life’s many nasty tricks.