Sharper than a serpents tongue, tighter than a bongo drum, quicker than a one night stand, slicker than a mambo band.

I'm blessed with a pretty good voice. So just sitting back there banging on the tubs wasn't enough.

Sometimes songwriters and singers forget that. They get a melody in their head and the notes will take precedence, so that they wind up forcing a word onto a melody. It doesn't ring true.

I now derive physical and spiritual pleasure from gardening and there is tremendous satisfaction in knowing that I could survive almost anywhere if I had to.

Armchair warriors often fail - and we've been poisoned by these fairy tales

In forty-five minutes, it'll all be done. We'll all be good and crispy, but we'll still be number one.

Nobody on the road. Nobody on the beach. I feel it in the air, the summer's out of reach.