Sex, On The Whole, Was Meant To

Depression Is The Most Extreme Form Of Vanity.

May I Just Single Out For Salutations, On The "anti-war" Side: Pop Stars For Appeasement, Dancers Against Democracy, Actors For Apathy, Fashionistas For Fascism And Jugglers For Genocide. All Of Them United Under That Flaccid Flag Of Convenience, Show-offs For Saddam.

What I Find Most Upsetting About This New All-consuming Beauty Culture Is That The Obsession With Good Looks, And How You Can Supposedly Attain Them, Is Almost Entirely Female-driven.

Hooliganism Incarnate, A Walking, Talking, Screaming, Squawking Metaphor For What's Wrong With Young People Today.

When I Moved To Brighton From London In 1995, I Was Struck By What I Thought Of As Its Townliness. A Town, It Seemed To Me, Was That Perfect Place To Live, Neither City Nor Country, Both Of Which Like To Think They Are Light Years Apart But Actually Have A Great Deal In Common.