'The problem with reality is there is no background music'.

One of my guilty pleasures is a desire to collect really trashy pulp novel covers. Some women like collecting those delicate china figurines. Others like tasteful crystal or antique jewelery.

Nope. Not me.

I want a poster size versions of Dime a Dance Queen and Divorce Bait on my walls.

I don't know Art, but I effing know what what'll make the neighbours talk about me behind my back!