I Think It Is Very Difficult To

If I Did Things For The Money, I'd Have Done Adverts In The 1980s, When I Was Hot Enough To Be Offered Them, And 'police Academy 6,' Which I Was Asked To Write.

For The Past Seventeen Years I Have Been Experimenting With Lager. I Am A Lager User And One Drug Leads To Another. If You Do Lager, As Night Follows Day, You'll End Up Doing Kentucky Fried Chicken.

Beyond Love, Beyond Unrequited Love, Perhaps Even Beyond Any Other Passion Known To Humanity, Deep, Deep In The Depths Of The Turgid, Clinging, Swamplike Pit Of Despair That Lies Dormant Within Every Soul, Lurks Jealousy. Jealousy, That Most Demeaning And Debilitating Of Emotions. Jealousy, Which Can Double The Strength Of The Love Upon Which It Is Based, But Whilst Doubling It, Warp And Pervert It, Untill It Is No Longer Recognizable As The Thing Of Beauty It Once Was. Jealous Love Is No More Like True Love Than Mr Hyde Was Like Dr Jekyll Or A Stagnant Swamp Is Like A Freshwater Lake.

Artists Don't Create Society, They Reflect It

I Try Hard Not To Preach, But I Get Carried Away, Which Is A Mistake, But It's A Risk Worth Running.