Without the beat in the background, Jazz basically sounds like an armadillo was let loose on the keyboard.

American rock has a sort of self-pitying whine to it.

I'm English and as such I crave disappointment. That's why I buy Kinder Surprise.

Add a drop of lavender to milk, leave town with an orange, and pretend you're laughing at it.

Tonight's show is about doubt. Or maybe it isn't - haven't made my mind up yet.

That ideology was never going to work, was it? It was just cobbled together from different beliefs: The anti-intellectualism of the Khmer Rouge, the religious persecution of the Nazis, the enforced beard-wearing from the world of folk music, and the segregation and humiliation of women from the world of golf.

Nostalgia: How long's that been around?