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The Thing About Paris, It's A Great City For Wandering Around And Buying Shoes And Nursing A Cafe Au Lait For Hours On End And Pretending You're Baudelaire. But It's Not A City Where You Can Work.

There Are Two Rules I've Always Tried To Live By: Turn Left, If You're Supposed To Turn Right; Go Through Any Door That You're Not Supposed To Enter. It's The Only Way To Fight Your Way Through To Any Kind Of Authentic Feeling In A World Beset By Fakery.

I Left School At 16 And My Mother Got Me A Job As A Trainee Wine Taster. But One Day I Followed Some Girls Into St Martin's Art School And Saw A Voluptuous Woman Sitting On A Stool Being Sketched. I Decided To Get Myself Fired.

Everyone Should Be Commended For Allowing People To Make Disasters, To Make Failures - You've Just Got To Be Sure That It's A Magnificent Failure And That, By Creating A Magnificent Failure, You Plant The Seed.

I've Always Thought That Gaming And Youtube And The Web Is A Very Post-punk Extravaganza.