Living, It's Awful For Me.

I'd Like To Record Somewhere Really Different. Rent A Really Big House And Get A Mobile In And Set Up In The Dining Room. Maybe New England; It'd Be Nice In September Or October.

In Some Cases, I Quite Like Irritating People Who Need To Be Irritated.

I Look Thuggish When I Shave My Head And Wear Big Boots. I Walk Into A Newsagent And People Think I'm Going To Jump The Counter.

There Were Only Two Times In My Life When I've Actually Felt Down About Things And Gotten Myself Into A Full Mental Mess. One Of The Times Was In 1982. I Had A Horrible Time For A Few Months And Felt Pretty Desperate. Then Again In 1984, For Various Reasons, Not All Of Them Within My Control. Since Then, I Just Wander In And Out Of Black Moods.

But Everyone I Know Reaches A Point Where They Throw Out Their Arms And Go Beserk For A While; Otherwise You Never Know What Your Limits Are. I Was Just Trying To Find Mine.