Punk Was Over In Two

In My Third Husband I Had Discovered A Blissfully Laid-back Type Who Thought It Nothing Less Than Hilarious When I Misread The Map On The Way To Wales, So It Took Us An Extra Three Hours, Or When I Was Sick In A Plastic Carrier Bag During Much Of The Drive Back From Devon - A Bag That Turned Out To Have A Hole In It.

I Don't Have A Spiritual Bone In My Body; But What I Am, Is Religious.

Grooming Oneself With All The Crazed Compulsion Of An Under-exercised Lab Rat In Order To Hook A Rich Man And Obtain A Lush Lifestyle Makes A Certain (albeit Seedy) Sense.

I Don't Really Care What People Tell Children - When You Believe In Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny And The Tooth Fairy, One More Fib Won't Hurt. But I Am Infuriated By The Growing Notion, Posited In Some Touchy-feely Quarters, That All Women Are, Or Can Be, Beautiful.

As With Most Liberal Sexual Ideas, What Makes The World A Better Place For Men Invariably Makes It A Duller And More Dangerous Place For Women.