Advertising is the rattling of a stick inside a swill bucket.

As with the Christian religion, the worst advertisement for Socialism is its adherents

Page after page, advert after advert. Lipsticks, undies, tinned food, patent medicines, slimming cures, face-creams. A sort of cross-section of the money world. A panorama of ignorance, greed, vulgarity, snobbishness, whoredom and disease.

All the papers that matter live off their advertisements, and the advertisers exercise an indirect censorship over news.

I'm fat, but I'm thin inside... there's a thin man inside every fat man.

I write for what's left of the eight-year-old still rattling around inside my head.