I was sad Jon Ronson, who wrote in the Guardian and has made a TV show for Channel 4, took against me.
“From the moment I was six I felt sexy. And let me tell you it was hell, sheer hell, waiting to do something about it.”
“They dined on mince, and slices of quince, Which they ate with a runcible spoon; And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand, They danced by the light of the moon.”