I Like To Think That There Is

With No Reason To Hide These Words I Feel, And No Reason To Talk About The Books I Read, But Still, I Do.

The Brits Are Ghastly. I Never Would Accept A Brit. It Would Be Like Laurence Olivier Being Happy Getting A Tv Times Award.

I Could Only Tolerate An Afternoon If I Took A Triple Amount Of The Stated Dose Of Valium Prescribed By My Gp (who Would Soon Take His Own Life).

I Was Quite Advanced When I Was At School, And When I Left School It Seemed That All These Really Oafish Clods From School Were Making Tremendous Progress And Had Wonderfully Large Cars And Lots Of Money, And I Seemed To Be Constantly Waiting For A Bus That Never Came.

Everyday Is Like Sunday Everyday Is Silent And Grey