I'm Not Bitter, I'm Bittersweet.

I'm Really Still A Child Of The Forties. I Still Think About It A Lot, About The Repercussions Of Armed Conflict. Until 1953 We Had Rationing. We Couldn't Buy Meat, We Couldn't Buy Pleasurable Goods Like Cigarettes And Sweets. I Didn't Starve - My Family Were Lucky - But I Knew What It Was Like Standing In Line Waiting For Foodstuffs.

I Don't Think I've Ever Changed. I Am Only One Person, It's Just Me. I'm Confident And I'm Quite Happy With Who I Am, But It's My Life And I'll Be What I Want.

In The Day-to-day Life Of A Traveling Musician, It's Easy To Miss So Many Details. The World Goes By At High-speed; It Will Take Your Breath Away.

I Live My Life, Breathless... A Life Of Constant Motion And Excitement. A Life That Many Will Envy And Most Would Avoid!

On Memorial Day, I Don't Want To Only Remember The Combatants. There Were Also Those Who Came Out Of The Trenches As Writers And Poets, Who Started Preaching Peace, Men And Women Who Have Made This World A Kinder Place To Live.