I don't want to get too involved in marketing budgets, online promotions and download set-ups because it would be a bit like Gertrude Stein mapping out a TV campaign. I want to sing. I want visibility. I am essentially Al Martino, not Seymour Stein.

I was wasting my time, praying for love. For a love that never comes, from someone who does not exist.

Popular music is slowly being laid to rest in every conceivable way... the ashes are already about us if we could but notice them.

People are still disturbingly vague about the treatment of animals. People still seem to believe that meat is a particular substance not at all connected to animals playing in the field over there. People don't realise how gruesomely and fighteningly the animal gets to the plate.

That's why I do this music business thing, it's communication with people without having the extreme inconvenience of actually phoning anybody up.

With people in the world such as 'Jamie Oliver' and [TV chef] Clarissa Dickson-Wright there isn't much hope for animals.

Those Catholics, they really nab you when you're young.