My Message Is A Peaceful One And

I Realized Marvelling At Nature Was A Deep Pleasure Of Mine.

If There Were No Carl Perkins, There Would Be No Beatles.

Hamburg Totally Wrecked Us. I Remember Getting Home To England And My Dad Thought I Was Half-dead. I Looked Like A Skeleton, I Hadn't Noticed The Change, I'd Been Having Such A Ball!

None Of Us Wanted To Be The Bass Player. In Our Minds He Was The Fat Guy Who Always Played At The Back.

Trumpets Are A Bit More Adventurous; They're Drunk! Trumpeters Are Generally Drunk. It Wets Their Whistle.