Margaret Thatcher Was In My Year, And

Adults Get More Confused By Social Worker Jargon. Unlike Children, They Are Also Less Likely To See Two Sides Of An Argument, And They No Longer Think They Can Make The World A Better Place. That Can Make Them Rather Boring, I Suppose.

I Met Richard Burton, An Raf Cadet On A Two-term Course. I Would Have Flirted More Enthusiastically If It Had Not Been For The Horrid Boils On The Back Of His Neck.

I Was Cleaning Out The Pigsty At A Farm In Wales, Where My Mother Had Rented A Room, When The Results Of My Final School Exam Were Handed To Me By The Postman, Along With The News That I Had A State Scholarship To Oxford. I Had Waited For This Letter For So Many Weeks That I Had Abandoned Hope, Deciding That I Had Failed Ignominiously.

I Dislike The Word 'victim.' I Dislike Being Told That I 'lost' My Husband - As If I Had Idly Abandoned You By The Side Of The Railway Track Like An Unwanted Pair Of Old Shoes.

All Writers Are Liars. They Twist Events To Suit Themselves. They Make Use Of Their Own Tragedies To Make A Better Story... They Are Terrible People.