You Are Only A Young Talent, But

People Never Talked About My Music. They Just Counted How Many Knickers Were On Stage.

You Can't Be A Sexy Person Unless You Have Something Sexy To Offer. With Me, It's My Voice: The Way That I Sing, The Way I Express Myself When I Sing.

It's Good To Touch The Green, Green Grass Of Home

I Couldn't Do The Heavy Rock Thing Anymore. Noddy Holder Was Around Kicking Every Singer In The ***. I Never Wanted To Be A Pop Singer. Christ, How I Hated Noddy!

Comfort Me By A Solemn Assurance, That When The Little Parlour In Which I Sit At This Instant, Shall Be Reduced To A Worse Furnished Box, I Shall Be Read, With Honour, By Those Who Never Knew Nor Saw Me, And Whom I Shall Neither Know Nor See.