Old people really do have a secret though. You wanna know what it is? Luck.
I don't get emails from my corporate overlords.
I've started looking at my own father a bit funny. He assures me, though, that I really am the son of a Scottish postman.
A junkie will steal your purse, and then help you look for it.
It's a book. It's mine. And it's done.
I think I'm just someone that just tries to get by. I'm kind of - if it was during the Second World War, I'd be a black marketeer, I think.