What A Fool I Was To Come

Never, Never Trust Anyone Who Asks For White Wine. It Means They're Phonies.

Basically, I Believe The World Is A Jungle, And If It's Not A Bit Of A Jungle In The Home, A Child Cannot Possibly Be Fit To Enter The Outside World.

With The Newspaper Strike On, I Wouldn't Consider Dying.

I Have Eyes Like A Bullfrog, A Neck Like An Ostrich And Long, Limp Hair. You Just Have To Be Good To Survive With That Equipment.

If You've Never Been Hated By Your Child, You've Never Been A Parent.