B Is For Breasts Of Which Ladies

You Can't Drink On An Eight Hour Flight, Pass Out, And Then Go Onstage... Well You Can, But Then You're Spandau Ballet.

If Any Of Our Songs Ever Did Make It On The Top Ten, I'd Disband The Group Immediately.

I Think The Rock'n'roll Myth Of Living On The Edge Is A Pile Of Crap.

B Is For Breasts Of Which Ladies Have Two; Once Prized For The Function, Now For The View.

Sometimes I'll Get To The End Of A Song, Open My Eyes And There's All These Faces Peering At Me. It's Quite Horrifying.