What kind of a turnip are you? Are you fucking stupid? She didn’t shag these blokes out of revenge. She shagged them because she wanted some dick!

What’s this war called again?”“The Hundred Years War.”“Hmmmm, got a bad feeling about this one.

Janice Joplin was uninhibited and raw, a combination which when blended with her stormy and tempestuous lifestyle was irresistible

This was an era where you were defined by the music you listened to and the clothes you wore. You wouldn’t find a skinhead listening to King Crimson, or a Rocker listening to blue beat or reggae. It wasn’t allowed.

It’s a huge generalisation, and possibly unfair, but there is a nasty element to certain sections of the Millwall Crowd

She didn’t belong on this planet, yet she somehow touched everyone who came into contact with her

There’s no doubt that at times Edie Sedgwick howled at the moon, but she knew her own power and she dignified the unvarnished truth of her existence. Her life was loose, baggy and sloppy, but completely uncaged, and you can’t ask more than that.

She was abused and tormented, and despite all the drug abuse seemed to float through a world where she did not belong. Whatever went on behind those beautiful eyes, you cannot help feeling that only the fairies and leprechauns will recognise Edie Sedgwick

Edie Sedgwick didn’t really fit in on this planet. She didn’t fit in anywhere. She’d spent years in mental institutions, she took far too many drugs and yet she was destined to make an impression on just about everyone who ever met her, so much so that they wanted to write about her, sing about her, put her photos on album covers and, of course, film her.

You’re hardly likely to find a Chav mating with a lady of charm, beauty and sophistication, are you? The subsidised breeding farms they live in are unlikely to attract a lady who has cultivated proper deportment, and it’s doubtful she’ll be swayed by his shell suit, Burberry cap and Vauxhall Corsa