Well, I Think Part Of My Gift,

My Selective Memory Of What Drinking Was Like Told Me That Standing At The Bar In A Pub, On A Summer's Evening With A Long, Tall Glass Of Lager And Lime Was Heaven, And I Chose Not To Remember The Nights On Which I Had Sat With A Bottle Of Vodka, A Gram Of Coke And A Shotgun, Contemplating Suicide.

It Sounds Strange For Me To Be Saying This, But I've Come Around To The Idea That Sex Really Is For Procreation.

I Just Like The Company Of Beautiful Women. I Have A Weakness In That Department.

I Just Managed To Convince My Grandmother That It Was A Worth While That Was Something To Do, You Know, And When I Did Finally Get The Guitar, It Didn't Seem That Difficult To Me, To Be Able To Make A Good Noise Out Of It.

But The Guitar, When You Think About It, Is The Most Versatile, Really. I Mean You Can Pick It Up And Take It With You Wherever You Go.