It's Always Nice To Receive A Compliment.

And If You Ever Need Self-validation, Just Meet Me In The Alley By The Railway Station

I Just Feel That When All Is Said And Done, I Am Not Insane.

I Can Smell Burning Flesh... And I Hope To God It's Human.

The Sorrow Of The Ira Brighton Bombing Is That Thatcher Escaped Unscathed.

Burn Down The Disco Hang The Blessed D.j. Because The Music That They Constantly Play It Says Nothing To Me About My Life