But Why, Oh Why, Do The Wrong

Everybody Was Up To Something, Especially, Of Course, Those Who Were Up To Nothing.

Extraordinary How Potent Cheap Music Is.

Labour Leaders Lead Us All, Though We Know They Bleed Us All. Cheer Our New Decline And Fall, Gibbon Might Have Dreamed It All.

I Never Cared Who Scored The Goal, Or Which Side Won The Silver Cup. I Never Learned To Bat Or Bowl; But I Heard The Curtain Going Up.

For Gin, In Cruel Sober Truth, Supplies The Fuel For Flaming Youth.