The Day I Run Out Of Ideas

I'm Not Great At Dealing With Death, I Have To Say. I Find Death Very Hard: My Mum, My Dad, Sid Vicious. I'm Not A Monster; I Feel It And It Scares Me. One Death At A Time, Please, Is All My Heart Will Bear.

I've Always Strived To Maintain A Very Healthy, Friendly Working Situation, And Lo And Behold, It Only Took Forty Years, So The Next Sixty Are Looking Bright. You're Dealing With Human Beings On The Cutting Edge, And There's Bound To Be Tension. You Have To Be Make Room For That, And You Can't Be Too Unreasonable, Because That's Everybody Else's Role.

I've Never Told Anyone This. But I Suffer From Terrible Stage Fright. True. You Can't Tell Though, Can You? Unbelievable, The Panic. I Nearly Die Of Fear Before I Go On Stage. Something Wicked. I Can't Eat A Thing The Day Before A Gig. It'd Make Me Vomit.

Judge Not Others Unless You're Prepared To Be Judged!

The Country You're Born In Is Where Your Passport Comes From. No, Not According To Donald Trump! No, Not At All. I Resent That Kind Of Extremism Of Any Kind. Left Wing, Right Wing. Anyway At All. Anything That Judges Other People So Harshly And Across The Board Stupidity-wise. I Got No Time For That.