I Am The Son And The Heir

It's So Tedious That Everyone Must Be Defined.

As A Very Small Child I Found Recorded Noise And The Solitary Singer Beneath The Spotlight So Dramatic And So Brave... Walking The Plank... Willingly... It Was Sink Or Swim. The Very Notion Of Standing There, Alone, I Found Beautiful.

When I'm Lying In My Bed, I Think About Life And I Think About Death. And Neither One Particularly Appeals To Me.

I Am Human And I Need To Be Loved, Just Like Everybody Else Does.

The Sorrow Of The Ira Brighton Bombing Is That Thatcher Escaped Unscathed.