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I Married Somebody Who Likes The Way I Look. If I Changed My Hair Every Year, And I Reinvented Myself In Time-honoured Pop Fashion, I Think Understandably The Person I'm Married To Would Grow Slightly Sick Of Me.

I'd Like To Record Somewhere Really Different. Rent A Really Big House And Get A Mobile In And Set Up In The Dining Room. Maybe New England; It'd Be Nice In September Or October.

See The Ridiculous In Everything.

I've Got A Facebook Page, But I've Never Put Anything On It. I've Got A Presence On All The Social Networks, In Fact, But I've Never Once Sent A Message. I'm There Because, Otherwise, Someone's Going To Pretend To Be Me.

Irony Is The Recourse Of The Weak-minded Wimp, I Think. I Hate Bands That Deliver Their Songs With Knowing Smiles On Their Faces, So That If Those Songs Fall Flat They Can Say 'ah Well, We Never Really Meant It Anyway.' It's So Dishonest.