Bloody men are like bloody buses - you wait for about a year and as soon as one approaches your stop two or three others appear.

Bloody Christmas, here again, Let us raise a loving cup, Peace on earth, goodwill to men, And make them do the washing up

Bloody Christmas, here again, let us raise a loving cup, peace on earth, goodwill to men, and make them do the washing up.

I always tell students that writing a poem and publishing it are two quite separate things, and you should write what you have to write, and if you're afraid it's going to upset someone, don't publish it.

I like buying clothes, especially as I get a tax-deductible allowance.

I like a quiet life.