Close your eyes, and think of someone you physically admire, and let me kiss you.
The sorrow of the IRA Brighton bombing is that Thatcher escaped unscathed.
Life would be so colourful if only I had a drink problem.
I lost myself to music at a very early age, and I remained there.
I am hated for loving. I am haunted for wanting.
Any criticism of Thatcher throws a dangerously absurd light on the entire machinery of British politics. Thatcher's name must be protected, not because of all the wrong that she had done, but because the people around her allowed her to do it.