I Don't Have A Computer. I Am

Well, I've Had My Fair Share In Britain Of Battling The Tabloids.

Like A Candle In The Wind, Never Knowing Who To Cling To Until The Rain Set It.

I Had A Little Richard And That Black Piano, Oh That Sweet Georgia Peach, And The Boy Form Tupelo.

I Just Go Into The Studio, Look At The Lyrics For The First Time When I Put Them On The Piano, And Go. If I Haven't Got It Within 40 Minutes, I Give Up. It's Never Changed, The Thrill Has Never Gone, Because I Don't Know What I'm Going To Get Next.

People In England Are So Bloody Nosy.