God Is A Gentleman. He Prefers Blondes

The Oscar Wilde Of Welfare State Gentility.

The Humble And Meek Are Thirsting For Lood

I'd The Upbringing A Nun Would Envy. Until I Was Fifteen I Was More Familiar With Africa Than My Own Body.

You Were Born With Your Legs Apart. They'll Send You To The Grave In A Y-shaped Coffin.

People Think I Write Fantasy, But I Don't; Some Things May Be Exaggerated Or Distorted In The Same Way That Painters Distort And Alter Things, But They're Realistic Figures. They're Perfectly Recognisable.