Its Okay I'm Wearing Really Big Knickers.

I Like The Idea That I Can Talk To Any Teenage Girls. You Know, In A Language That Makes Sense To Them.

Tom Is Back On A Flight At 6:15 P.m. That Is 6:15. Do You Get It? Not 6:00 P.m. But 6:15 P.m. And Do You Know How Many Minutes That Is? I Do. I Have Also Become A Time Lord.

Looking Out Of The Window At The Infinite Sky, I Prayed Out, 'dear Baby Jesus, I Am Sorry For My Sin, Even Though I Do Not Know What They Are, Which Seems A Bit Unfair If It Is Going To Be Held Against Me. But That Is Your Way. And I Am Not Questioning Your Wisdomosity. In Future, However, Would It Be Possible For My Life To Be Not So Entirely Crap? Thank You.

Jas, You Are Three Hundred Miles Away. You Would Have To Have Nunga-nungas The Size Of France For Jock To Be Able To Rest His Hand On Them.

What If You Were Really Meant To Be With Someone? But You Kept Messing About And Having The Horn And So On And You Lost Them.