I Was Writing An Earnest Novel About

Reminded Of Favorite Poem By Wendy Cope Which Goes: At Christmas Little Children Sing And Merry Bells Jingle. The Cold Winter Air Makes Our Hands And Faces Tingle. And Happy Families Go To Church And Cheerily They Mingle, And The Whole Business Is Unbelievably Dreadful If You're Single.

If We Can't Have Comedy Books Written About Aspects Of Womanhood Without Going Into A Panic Attack About It, Then We Haven't Got Very Far At Being Equal.

Comedy Tends To Come Out Of Things Which Are Quite Painful And Serious.

I Will Not Get Upset Over Men, But Instead Be Poised And Cool Ice-queen.

When Someone Loves You It's Like Having A Blanket All Round Your Heart.