People Who Get Through Life Dependent On

I Don't Know What People Who I've Never Met Think About Me. Some Have Written Horrible Things, Some Have Written Nice Things - But I'm Proud Of The Fact I've Remained Close To Everyone I've Ever Worked With.

Beyond Love, Beyond Unrequited Love, Perhaps Even Beyond Any Other Passion Known To Humanity, Deep, Deep In The Depths Of The Turgid, Clinging, Swamplike Pit Of Despair That Lies Dormant Within Every Soul, Lurks Jealousy. Jealousy, That Most Demeaning And Debilitating Of Emotions. Jealousy, Which Can Double The Strength Of The Love Upon Which It Is Based, But Whilst Doubling It, Warp And Pervert It, Untill It Is No Longer Recognizable As The Thing Of Beauty It Once Was. Jealous Love Is No More Like True Love Than Mr Hyde Was Like Dr Jekyll Or A Stagnant Swamp Is Like A Freshwater Lake.

For The Past Seventeen Years I Have Been Experimenting With Lager. I Am A Lager User And One Drug Leads To Another. If You Do Lager, As Night Follows Day, You'll End Up Doing Kentucky Fried Chicken.

My Advice To Anyone Adapting A Novel Is That Once They've Read It And Learnt To Understand It, Then They Must Throw It Away And Never Look At It Again!

The Appropriation Of Radical Thinking By Lazy, Self-obsessed Hippies Is A Public Relations Disaster That Could Cost The Earth.