I Don't Really Go Out

There Are No Real Men.

It's My Tough Luck If Things Happen That Are Complicated.

You Know, When You're 23 And You Get Pissed, I Mean Drunk, You Can Just Go Crazy And It's All Right. But If You're 43 And You Do It, It's Like Your Best Friend's Mother Who Used To Come In Pissed And Everybody Was Really Embarrassed. It Just Doesn't Go Down Well, You Know, After A Certain Age.

If You're Purely Derivative In What You Do, Then You Could Very Easily Get Lost Along The Way. But For Me, I Might Want To Even Do Something Else For A While.

All These Fifty-year-old Guys Wearing Baseball Caps And Shorts And Acting Like Children. It Winds Me Up. Men Don't Have To Take Responsibility Anymore. Most Of The Guys I Know Would Punch Me On The Nose For Saying This, But Maybe We Do Have To Bring Back Conscription.