I'm Just A Public-schoolboy. I've

I Don't Speak Particularly Well. That's One Of The Consequences Of Being Extremely Ugly.

Life Is Beautiful In All It's Colors, Even The Darker Ones, They're Here For A Reason.

Well, I Don't Like The Word 'rock Star,' The Two Words, 'rock Star.' Not Even 'soft Rock Star. Not Even Limestone Star. I Don't Like Those Words.

I Could Be Walking Down The Street One Minute And Get A Handshake And Then Get Spat On The Next. I'm Never Sure Whether To Wear Gloves Or A Helmet.

I've Either Got An Acute Case Of Hypochondria Or I'm Falling Apart At The Age Of Twenty-three.