My Old School In Liverpool Is Now

When A War Is Over I Think It's A Cowardly Thing To Leave The War Behind You In Minefields That Hit Women And Children And The Most Vulnerable. Imagine The War Is Finished And You Go To Work And There Are Snipers Shooting At You. Imagine Taking Your Kids To The Beach And You Find That The Beach Is Blowing Up Beneath You. Like There's Nowhere Safe.

I Can't Manage Without Homeopathy. In Fact, I Never Go Anywhere Without Homeopathic Remedies. I Often Make Use Of Them.

I Think The Minute You're Full Up And Have Had Enough To Eat, Then That's Time To Retire.

Domesticity Is The Enemy Of Art. I Don't Know If That's True. You Can Write Good Happy Songs. So, I Don't Think It's Necessarily Happiness. But I Think Self-satisfaction Is Maybe The Enemy. It's Kind Of Better To Think, "tomorrow Night I'm Gonna Sing It Better." There Is This Forward Effort. It Feels To Me Right, It Feels Human.

My Arrest Was On Every Bloody Tv Set. The Other Prisoners All Knew Who I Was And Asked Me To Sing.