Мудрые детки

We watch so many old movies our memories come in monochrome.

Comedy is tragedy that happens to other people.

She was a convert to naturism. She thought it was good for us kiddies, to get the air and sunlight on our skins, as well, so we saved a lot of wear and tear on clothes and often gambolled naked in the backyard, to the astonishment of the neighbours, who were a proper lot. Brixton’s changed, a good deal. These days, you could stage a three-point orgy in the garden and nobody would bat an eye except that bloke with the earring next door might pipe up, ‘Got enough condoms?’

He was not the love of my life but all the loves of my life at once, the curtain call of my career as lover.

All the same, identical we may be, but symmetrical – never. For the body itself isn’t symmetrical.