I Find Shoes Difficult To Be Ethical

Artists Aren't Really People. And I'm Actually 40 Per Cent Papier Mache.

It Was Probably Nothing, But It Felt Like The World.

I Can Smell Burning Flesh... And I Hope To God It's Human.

For The First Time In My Life The Eternal 'i' Becomes 'we', As, Finally, I Can Get On With Someone.

I Am Still My Teenage Self. If You Think That We All Step Through A Door Marked Adult, Or That We Sign A Grown-up Document, You’re Quite Wrong. We Remain As We Always Were, And That, Alas, Is One Of Life’s Many Nasty Tricks.