I Find Christmas Very Difficult.

You Made Me Feel Less Alone; You Made Me Feel Not Quite So Deformed, Uninformed And Hunchbacked.

It May All End Tomorrow, Or It Could Go On Forever (in Which Case I'm Doomed).

I Am Stuck In The Dream Of An Album That Sells Well Not Because Of Marketing, But Because People Like The Songs.

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.

[i'll Be The First One Of The Smith To Die.] I'll Be Shot - Probably By One Of The Ex-smiths.