I Was Happy In The Haze Of

Close Your Eyes, And Think Of Someone You Physically Admire, And Let Me Kiss You.

Whenever I Go Past Mcdonalds I Get Very, Very Angry.

That's Why I Do This Music Business Thing, It's Communication With People Without Having The Extreme Inconvenience Of Actually Phoning Anybody Up.

Bring Me The Head Of Elton John . . . Which Is One Instance In Which Meat Would Not Be Murder, If It Were Served On A Plate.

Now I Know How Joan Of Arc Felt, As The Flames Rose To Her Roman Nose And Her Walkman Started To Melt...