The Willow Turns His Back On Inclement

What I Have To Say Is All In The Music. If I Want To Say Anything, I Write A Song.

Paul's Last Words To Linda: "you're Up On Your Beautiful Appaloosa Stallion. It's A Fine Spring Day. We're Riding Through The Woods. The Bluebells Are All Out, And The Sky Is Clear-blue".

I Was Still 15 When I Met John Lennon At A Village Fete In Woolton, In Liverpool.

It's A Lifelong Gift, Something You Can Call On At Any Time.

Most People Don't Know That I Invented The Selfie.