No Woman Is Worth The Loss Of

As You'll Never Hear The Thing Again, My Boy, Why Not Throw In A Couple Of Brass Bands?

They Are Quite Hopeless - Drooling, Driveling, Doleful, Depressing, Dropsical Drips.

"have You Heard Any Stockhausen?" Beecham Was Asked. "no, But I Believe I Have Stepped In Some."

Composers And Musicians Have Always Starved And, As This Is A Sentimental Country, We Think The Tradition Should Be Continued.

The Sound Of The Harpsichord Resembles That Of A Bird-cage Played With Toasting-forks.