Walk the lines of nature's palm crossed with silver and with gold.

I'm not one for Sudoku or crosswords - the thing that fires my little brain is doing tour budgets.

But the tune ends too soon for us all

If Jesus Christ came back today, He and I would get into our brown corduroys and go to the nearest jean store and overturn the racks of blue denim.

All the time I was playing the flute, the lines, the solos, the riffs, the construction, were based on my guitar skills. I did not play the flute to exploit its natural faculties, but I used it as a surrogate guitar.

Why do the faithful have such a will, to believe in something? And call in the name they choose, having chosen nothing.

I'm really terrible with small children; they're small, noisy, irritating, damp and soggy.