Have you seen this, darling, this Nancy Friday? It's extraordinary! She gets complete strangers to relate their filthiest thoughts and then sells them as therapy. It's fantastic!
SSaffy
Mum, I want to know what you're planning for tomorrow night.
The world has changed. I mean, there was a time I was out there. I was hip. I was dangerous. The Zeitgeist flew from me, sweetheart! I mean, I could pick up the lunch buzz at Momo and fly with it, darling, you know? The more money you spent, the more money you made; it was money on a loop. But not anymore, no. Not anymore, sweetheart--thanks to New Labour.
Oh yes, darling: the eternally-grinning funless world of New Labs, isn't it? All that hope, all that future, darling! But do you know something? Once the party's over, you look around, you're still standing in the shit! Nobody wants new things anymore, it's just, "Retro, retro, retro!" I mean, darling, we are skidding backwards into the 2000s on a slick of apology, and that's not a world that thinks I'm that great!
Oh, don't be so stupid, smoke can't get in there, darling. Smoke can't touch the baby. If it could you'd have come out looking like prosciutto, believe me.
Mum, you are just paying into the whole panic culture, I hate it. The world is actually safer than it's ever been. In fact, you're more likely to be hit by a bus!
Of course it's tight. It's all that olive oil you've rubbed into your perineum, darling, isn't it? You've marinated it! It's good for a barbecue, not for birth! That's what you've done, darling.
SSaffy
I haven't been using it! Not since Patsy put a chili in it!!