I Remember When Victoria Wood Started To

When You Cry, You Don't Look Very Attractive; You Look Snotty And Blotchy. People Seem To Manage To Cry Quite Prettily These Days, And To Me, That Smacks Of Not Being Very Genuine.

I Think My Comedy, The Put-downs I Do To Hecklers, Are The Accumulated Bitterness Of Years Of People Feeling That It's Perfectly Acceptable To Make A Comment On Your Appearance When They Don't Even Know You.

Fat People Are Brilliant In Bed. If I'm Sitting On Top Of You, Who's Going To Argue?

It's Actually Very Hard When You're Settled In One Place To Completely Uproot Yourself And Go.

In The End, Punk Inevitably Burned Itself Out And Acted As A Bridge Across Which The New Romantics Could Sashay In Their Chiffon And Glossy Hair.