Whoever would have guessed that in the land of cheap sausages and mashed potatoes there could be such a change which would actually bring the French from Paris every weekend to invade Britain en masse to eat great food and drink great wine.
I live in a bus and go from place to place and sometimes feel very detached from what's going on.
If I were brave enough to say so, I'd like to think that I had written some poems that people are not going to forget.

