There Are Only Four People Who Knew

When A War Is Over I Think It's A Cowardly Thing To Leave The War Behind You In Minefields That Hit Women And Children And The Most Vulnerable. Imagine The War Is Finished And You Go To Work And There Are Snipers Shooting At You. Imagine Taking Your Kids To The Beach And You Find That The Beach Is Blowing Up Beneath You. Like There's Nowhere Safe.

I Go Back So Far I'm In Front Of Me.

I Used To Go Round To Aunt Mimi's House And John Would Be At The Typewriter, Which Was Fairly Unusual In Liverpool. None Of My Mates Even Knew What A Typewriter Was. Well They Knew What It Was But They Didn't Hae One. Nobody Had One.

The Willow Turns His Back On Inclement Weather. And If He Can Do It, We Can Do It.

I Am Quite Happy That The Beatles Came And Went. There Is Even A Sort Of Glory In Not Having It Go On Forever. There Is A Complete Body Of Work That Went From A To Z And It Is All Pretty Damn Good Stuff. The One Thing I Am Particularly Proud Of Is That Nearly Every Single Bit Of It Has Some Good Message. I Feel Fortunate When I Look Back. Life Is Not Easy, But I've Been Very Lucky - And I'm Touching Wood As I Say That.