COLIN MACINNES

A coloured man can tell, in five seconds dead, whether a white man likes him or not.

England is, after all, the land where children are beaten, wives and babies bashed, football hooligans crunch, and Miss Whip and Miss Lash ply their trade as nowhere else in the western world.

England is… a country infested with people who love to tell us what to do, but who very rarely seem to know what’s going on.

In England, pop art and fine art stand resolutely back to back.

Tradition, if not constantly recreated, can be as much a millstone as a mill-wheel.

It was with the advent of the Laudie London era that I realized the whole teenage epic was tottering to doom.

England is… a country infested with people who love to tell us what to do, but who very rarely seem to know what’s going on.

A coloured man can tell, in five seconds dead, whether a white man likes him or not.

In England, pop art and fine art stand resolutely back to back.

It was with the advent of the Laudie London era that I realized the whole teenage epic was tottering to doom.

England is, after all, the land where children are beaten, wives and babies bashed, football hooligans crunch, and Miss Whip and Miss Lash ply their trade as nowhere else in the western world.

Tradition, if not constantly recreated, can be as much a millstone as a mill-wheel.