When I Heard Little Richard,

I'm Not Sure That An Art Career Would Have Any Benefit For Me; I'm Not Sure It's What I Want. I Don't Think I Want To Be A Designer-rock Artist.

Sweet Head, Give You Sweet Head.

This Ain't Rock 'n' Roll. This Is Genocide!

My Son's Full Real Name Is Duncan Zowie Haywood. As A Toddler He Was Called By His Second Name Zowie. But It Was Such An Identifiable Name During The Seventies That If I Called Him Loudly In Public Places, Everyone Would Turn To Stare, So I Started Calling Him Joey To Take The Pressure Off. It Has The Same Sound And Number Of Syllables As Zowie. And Joe Stuck For Most Of His Childhood. Now He Has Reverted To His Real Name, Duncan. Haywood Was My Father's Name.

1961 Was When I Was Really Into Clothes. I Left School At 15 And Started Copying A Bloke Who Used To Go Up On The Train To London With Me; Leslie, I Think His Name Was. He Was Like, Top Mod Of His Own Area. He Wore Italian Jackets With White Linen Jeans. Boy, Was That Cool! I Mean, That's In Style Now - It's Very Much The L.a. Look. But He Was Wearing It Then, And It Looked Supercool.