I Loved Moustaches. I Used To Draw

I Gave Up Drinking Lots Of Whiskey And Began To Practice Yoga And Meditation. As A Result I Am Not Dead.

Bowie And Mccartney Arrived, And The Biscuits And Caviare Started And I Left Immediately. I Don't Like Shouting Across Rooms, With People In Shiny Suits Who Look Like Used-car Salesmen.

I Like Feeling At Home And Knowing People. I Like Talking About Ideas And Being Friendly.

I'm Not Trying To Achieve Perfection. I Don't Like This Forced Control People Have Over Work.

A Moustache To A Man Is The Same As A Fringe Is To A Woman. When You've Got It, You Want To Grow It Out; When You've Grown It Out, You Want To Cut It.