I Wouldn't Know How To

When I Moved To Brighton From London In 1995, I Was Struck By What I Thought Of As Its Townliness. A Town, It Seemed To Me, Was That Perfect Place To Live, Neither City Nor Country, Both Of Which Like To Think They Are Light Years Apart But Actually Have A Great Deal In Common.

May I Just Single Out For Salutations, On The "anti-war" Side: Pop Stars For Appeasement, Dancers Against Democracy, Actors For Apathy, Fashionistas For Fascism And Jugglers For Genocide. All Of Them United Under That Flaccid Flag Of Convenience, Show-offs For Saddam.

Depression Is The Most Extreme Form Of Vanity.

I Won't Be Going To Any New Year's Eve Parties Because I Think They're Naff. No One Over The Age Of 15 Should Bother Going To Parties.

The Freedom That Women Were Supposed To Have Found In The Sixties Largely Boiled Down To Easy Contraception And Abortion; Things To Make Life Easier For Men, In Fact.