I Like To Think That People Live

We Knew We Were Talking About Spies. I Knew He Knew I Knew. I Was Digging My Own Grave.

As A Little Girl I Used To Daydream About My Real Father Coming On A White Horse To Rescue Me.

Discretion Is The Polite Word For Hypocrisy.

All That Swinging Sixties. It Didn’t Do Anyone Any Good, Did It? Easy Sex And The Pill. Marriages Were Ruined. I Never Did Approve. I Never Really Enjoyed The Sex.

My Mother Used To Go Out On Her Own, And I Used To Have To Keep A Look Out For My Stepfather Coming Home.