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He Took It All Too Far, But Boy Could He Play Guitar.

I Suspect That Dreams Are An Integral Part Of Existence, With Far More Use For Us Than We've Made Of Them...the Fine Line Between The Dream State And Reality Is At Times, For Me, Quite Grey.

Sweet Head, Give You Sweet Head.

Actually, My Ambition At Eight Or Nine Years Old Was To Be One Of Little Richard's Sax Players, And That's When I Got My First Saxophone, A Selmer. It Was A Strange Bakelite Material - That Creamy Plastic With All The Gold Keys On It. I Had To Get A Job As A Butcher's Delivery Boy To Start Paying For It.

See The Mice In Their Million Hordes From Ibiza To The Norfolk Broads.