It was early detection that saved my voice - and I imagine, my life.

I woke up in a barnyard when I heard a farmer shout. Get away, boy, from my daughter, then a shot gun rang out.

I always thought I was so fit.

I'm very proud of my well-earned wrinkles, so show 'em.

I'm just delighted that this woman I love can be a mum again.

I'm not a natural songwriter.

Should I string her up or strangle her in bed, suffocate that venomous head? Or perhaps I'll just whip her to death. Listen, do me a favor, kill my wife.