Burn down the disco Hang the blessed D.J. Because the music that they constantly play It says nothing to me about my life

Oh yes, you can kick me And you can punch me And you can break my face But you won't change the way i feel 'cause i love you

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

Now I know how Joan of Arc felt.

As a very small child I found recorded noise and the solitary singer beneath the spotlight so dramatic and so brave... walking the plank... willingly... It was sink or swim. The very notion of standing there, alone, I found beautiful.

The sorrow of the IRA Brighton bombing is that Thatcher escaped unscathed.

You are a work of art.