If I could have just one more wish, I'd wipe the cobwebs from my eyes.

I don't forget what I used to do and so I can't justifiably say to my kid, "Don't you do that," when I used to do it myself.

I live in a 9 million dollar turd.

They said I would never write this book. Well, f**k ’em – ’cos here it is. All I have to do now is remember something... Bollocks. I can’t remember anything.

Everything that I think is good is bad, and everything that I think is bad is good.

I've been dictating to my son, who's helping me on his computer. I'm spending a lot of time doing research - I've just got up to 1971, when I went crazy and dived through the window. My life is so full of interesting stories.

Mental wounds not healing, who and what's to blame. I'm going off the rails on a crazy train.