I Was Second In Line Of Defence,

Success Is A Public Affair. Failure Is A Private Funeral.

Where Is There Beauty When You See Deprivation And Starvation?

Seal My Lips On Aches And Pains. They Are Increasing, And Love Of Rehearsing Them Is Becoming Sweeter As The Years Go By.

It Had Been An Enormous, Extraordinary, Outrageous Adventure. And It Was Deadly.

My Mother Was Irish And She Was Superstitious, If You'll Forgive The Tautology.