Ennio Morricone... is my favourite composer - and when I say favourite composer, I don't mean movie composer - that ghetto. I'm talking about Mozart, I'm talking about Beethoven, I'm talking about Schubert. That's who I'm talking about.

I woke just in time to hear the first blowie of the day buzzing around. You know the night's over when you hear the first blowie.

One Sunday morning I woke up, saying to my sister N., Do you know, I have had such a vivid dream about the Roper party that I can hardly believe T am awake now. What did you dream? said N., in rather an unbelieving and sleepy tone of voice.

I'll take the pick of the litter, girls jockey for me / I don't need these lines to get laid