It's Been A Misery For Me, Living

We Knew We Were Talking About Spies. I Knew He Knew I Knew. I Was Digging My Own Grave.

Discretion Is The Polite Word For Hypocrisy.

All That Swinging Sixties. It Didn’t Do Anyone Any Good, Did It? Easy Sex And The Pill. Marriages Were Ruined. I Never Did Approve. I Never Really Enjoyed The Sex.

As A Little Girl I Used To Daydream About My Real Father Coming On A White Horse To Rescue Me.

Even A Criminal Has The Right To A New Life, But They Made Sure I Did Not Have That. They Just Didn't Stop Calling Me A Prostitute For Ever And Ever And Ever And Ever.