I Am Quite Fussy About Clothes.

From 16 To 21 When I Was Self Sufficient And Working In Factories. I Packed Batteries, Boxes, And Make-up With Heroin Addicts. I Have To Thank My Mum For Kicking Me Out At 16 And Making Me Stand On My Own Two Feet.

Every Now And Again I Need To Get Away From Everything. I'm Quite A Hidey-hole Kind Of A Guy.

How Is The Economy Supposed To Recover When People Can't Afford To Fill The Tank?

I May Be The Prat In The Hat, That's Cool, But I Drive An Aston Martin Db5.

I Am A Bit Old-school.