I've just watched this a number of times in a row.
Of course, she never did turn suburbia upside down, or this world inside out, but when someone makes such beautiful promises it seems cruel to remind them if they fail to keep them.
And here she is doing battle with wedding cakes and plastic cutlery while early eighties representatives of middle age look on in bewildered disapproval:
I am Toyah Willcox, actually, and I am gonna be free!
I am, literally, Toyah Willcox.
You unnatural hags, I will have such revenges on you, I will do such things! What they are, yet I know not: but they shall be the terrors of the earth.
I hate everything.
I'm so depressed.
