The success or failure of a life as far as posterity goes seems to lie in the more or less luck of seizing the right moment of escape.
When I was leaving I kind of felt a little bit sad because I made some friends down in skid row.
It would be a sad day if we British stopped being cynical, but you...
I have this absurd syndrome where I get these out-of-the-blue, pathetic...
It’s just rubbish.
