I Couldn’t Bear To Think About The

My Friends Don't Seem To Be Friends At All But People Whose Phone Numbers I Haven't Lost.

The Outward Manifestations Of An Inner Combustion Are Never Very Directed.

The Artistic Temperament Is Particularly Unhelpful If It Is Just That, With No End Product.

Radio Football Is Football Reduced To Its Lowest Common Denominator. Shorn Of The Game's Aesthetic Pleasures, Or The Comfort Of A Crowd That Feels The Same Way As You, Or The Sense Of Security That You Get When You See That Your Defenders And Goalkeeper Are More Or Less Where They Should Be, All That Is Left Is Naked Fear.

I Hate Time. It Never Does What You Want It To.