I think we all decided to snog each other that night, me, Damon and Graham. So I snogged both of them. I don't know. I would have thought I would haveshagged Graham by now, or at least got a hand job off him or something, but there always seems to be something better to do. We're far too busy to have ambitions.
Ambitions are the perogative of the bored.
We discovered light- emitting plastics. You may have been jumping up and down, I was destroying the fabric of the music industry. I haven't any Freudian reasons to make art, as far as I can tell. A lot of it doesn't sound like music. It sounds like maths.