There's A Remedy For Everything

Many Years Ago I Sent An Old, Beloved Jacket To A Cleaner, The Sycamore Cleaners. It Was A Leather Jacket Covered In Guinness And Blood And Marmalade, One Of Those Jobs... And It Came Back With A Little Note Pinned To It, And On The Note It Said, 'it Distresses Us To Return Work Which Is Not Perfect.' So That Will Do For Me. That Can Go On My Tombstone.

Writing Is A Kind Of Performing Art, And I Can't Sit Down To Write Unless I'm Dressed. I Don't Mean Dressed In A Suit, But Dressed Well And Comfortably And I Have To Be Shaved And Bathed.

If You Can't Do Something Willingly And Joyfully, Then Don't Do It. If You Give Up Drinking, Don't Go Moaning About It; Go Back On The Bottle. Do. As. Thou. Wilt.

My Dear Sir, It Haunted Me For The Rest Of My Life.

We All Had Such Larks. Yes, It Was Hard Work But The Friendships And The Genuine Respect We Had For One Another, That Side I Shall Miss Greatly. I've Stopped Acting, But I Don't Think I've Finished Using My Voice. I Could, And Probably Will, Record The Whole Of Shakespeare's Sonnets. They Live At The Side Of My Bed And Are My Constant Companions.