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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.

It's Volatile, The Marriage. Which One Isn't? Nothing Better Than A Good, Full-on Row. Get It All Out. Say Rude And Nasty Things. And Then Be Sorry. Genuinely Sorry, Afterwards.

I Always Knew The Sixties Wasn't A Revolution. It Really Was Just A Bunch Of University Students With Wealthy Parents Having Fun.

For Me All Governments Are My Enemies And I've Never Made Any Bones About It Any Other Way Other Than Directly, And I Don't Fly The Left Flag Or The Right Flag, Me, I'm Common Sense.

I Wanted To Wear The Most Impenetrable Suit Of Armour Ever Known To Mankind. 'hello, Mr. Rotten...' You Can't Say Anything About Me. You Can't Put Me Down In Any Way Shape Or Form - I'm Rotten To The Core... You Know, What's Left For You? Pleasantries? I Suppose The Worst Insult You Could Sling My Way Is 'oh, He's Really Nice, Him.'