A Lot Of People Say That My

Melbourne Is The Kind Of Town That Really Makes You Consider The Question 'is There Life After Death?

Sometimes, When I Wake Up, My Soul Is In Another City!

For Days On End, I Would Hardly Speak, And When I Did Only The Vilest Sort Of Gibberish Would Spout Forth. I Became Morose And Fat. Unapproachable, Except When Eating - And Then Only By Waiters.

All These Children [who Did Not Have Music And Art Classes At School] Go Out Into The World Without Knowing That There Is Anything Other Than What They Have. Of Course, Children Do Look At Tv, But What Does It Give Them?

I'm The Last Of The Truly Tacky Women. I Do Trash With Flash And Sleaze With Ease.