Beauty Is In The Eye Of The

Any Man Can Be 62, But It Takes A Bus To Be 62a.

Its All In The Mind, You Know.

I Have Got So Low That I Have Asked To Be Hospitalized And For Deep Narcosis (sleep). I Cannot Stand Being Awake. The Pain Is Too Much... Something Has Happened To Me, This Vital Spark Has Stopped Burning - I Go To A Dinner Table Now And I Don't Say A Word, Just Sit There Like A Dodo. Normally I Am The Centre Of Attention, Keeps The Conversation Going, - So That Is Depressing In Itself. It's Like Another Person Taking Over, Very Strange. The Most Important Thing I Say Is 'good Evening' And Then I Go Quiet.

I Spent Many Years Laughing At Harry Secombe's Singing Until Somebody Told Me That It Wasn't A Joke.

I Have The Body Of An Eighteen Year Old. I Keep It In The Fridge.