God Is A Gentleman. He Prefers Blondes

Every Luxury Was Lavished On You - Atheism, Breastfeeding, Circumcision.

I'd The Upbringing A Nun Would Envy. Until I Was Fifteen I Was More Familiar With Africa Than My Own Body.

It's All Any Reasonable Child Can Expect If The Dad Is Present At The Conception.

On Our Way Home We Were Waiting For The Bus When A Very Fat, Pompous-looking Woman Reeled Out Of A Pub Shouting, "melancholia? Ad Nauseam."

With Madness, As With Vomit, It's The Passerby Who Receives The Inconvenience.