The City Is Not A Concrete Jungle,

The Roots Of Our Soccer Tribe Lie Deep In Our Primeval Past.

In A Social Environment That Is Ever Crowded And Impersonal, It Is Becoming Increasingly Important To Reconsider The Value Of Close Personal Relationships Before We Are Driven To Ask The Forlorn Question, 'whatever Happened To Love?'

This Unusual And Highly Successful Species Spends A Great Deal Of Time Examining His Higher Motives And An Equal Amount Of Time Ignoring His Fundamental Ones.

We Are To Put It Mildly, In A Mess, And There Is A Strong Chance That We Shall Have Exterminated Ourselves By The End Of The Century. Our Only Consolation Will Be That As A Species, We Have Had An Exciting Term Of Office.

Monks, Nuns, Long-term Spinsters And Bachelors And Permanent Homosexuals Are All, In A Reproductive Sense, Aberrant. Society Has Bred Them, But They Have Failed To Return The Compliment.