I Keep Falling Off The Edge Of

I Have One Major Problem With The Internet: It's Full Of Liars.

When I Write, My Brain Moves Faster Than My Hands So I'm Always Trying To Picture Things.

I Don't Believe In Pets. I Like Animals To Be Wild And Free.

You Gotta Bear In Mind, The Youth - And This Is Just In Britain Alone - Have Nowhere To Go In The Evenings. They've Closed All The Social Centers. There's Not Even A Patch Of Grass To Kick A Ball On.

A Record Company Used To Be A Very Good Thing, But They Ended Up Soul-destroyingly Trapping People In The Accounting Department. And You Couldn't Get Any Further, And The Heads Of Each Department Were Changing All The Time, So You Couldn't Have Any Permanent Relationship Within The Corporation.