I Can't Deal With The Press; I

When I Write, There Are Times -- Not Always -- When I Hear John (lennon) In My Head, ... I'll Think, Ok, What Would We Have Done Here?, And I Can Hear Him Gripe Or Approve.

Alas, It Looks Like Those Unsubstantiated Rumours About Me Are About To Come True After All This Time.

We Would Normally Play It To Cynthia Or Whoever Was Around

I Was Impossible. I Don't Know How Anyone Could Have Lived With Me. For The First Time In My Life, I Was On The Scrap Heap, An Unemployed Worker.

I Think I Always Had A Musicality, And I Think I Could Tell A Good Song From A Bad Song. And I Would Appreciate Hearing Something That Was New To Me.