He thinks he is a flower to be looked at And when he pulls his frilly nylon pants right up tight He feels a dedicated follower of fashion. When a waiter at Buckingham Palace spilled soup on her dress: Never darken my Dior again!

Terrorist bombers on the left, fascist plots on the right.

What I try to do probably doesn't come out. What I've worked out what I do - I might not be right - is to do something very personal, and then suddenly I look at it, up in the air. I blow it up and look at it and then I come down again - a better man.

Our repertoire consisted of rhythm and blues, sort of country rhythm and blues, Sonny Terry things.

Underneath that rude exterior, you've got a heart of gold.

He's better than the rest, and his arm sweat smells the best.

Accept your life and what it brings, I know tomorrow you find better things.