I Got Through My Teen Years By

At Boarding School You Had To Wear Your Name Across Your Chest And Your Back, And Obviously I Had A Pretty Funny Name. It Wasn't Brown Or Smith Or Hughes.

I Had A Place In England And Was Commuting From England To Australia, Which Is Pretty Stupid, But After Two Years I Sort Of Knew What I Wanted To Do, More Or Less.

I Don't Think In My Family Anyone Looked After Anyone. It Didn't Matter How Old They Were.

I Had A Quick Ear And Could Pick Up Languages.

Blank House Was Exactly A Nice Empty Sheet Where Nothing Was Accountable Because You Were So Naughty That You Were In Blank House.