Come on, come on, come on. Let's go. Don't fuck about. My name is Mary Anne Faithful. I'm a musician, a songwriter, and a singer. I love my stuff. And I'm amazed I've managed to hang on to any of it, but I did. And take a picture of that, the false sort of truth and the truth of false. I don't have an nostalgic bone in my body. I have some lovely paintings and photographs and furniture. Well, things have to be passed down by my family, but actual decorations is absurd. And there's my Buddha. If I rub his tummy or you rub his tummy, anybody, you get money. It's one of the things I love about. This is very much a working flower. It's not a fancy flower. It's me and my father. I'm wearing a dandelion. And this is a letter that my father wrote to me when I wrote my book. I feel proud, not only of your achievement in making a successful career, but of your success in growing into such a nice and mature person. Lots of love, your dad. This was given to me by Richard Hamilton. And I can't tell you how many really stupid journalists think I'm sort of hung up on my breast. Oh, yes, here's me. I feel like I want to cry, but I won't. I don't cry. It's such a handsome man. And I can't remember who that is, but it's unbelievable. I get more joy from my flowers than anything. And there's this I thought you might like to see. Funny, isn't it? Best place for it. Well, I mean, do you think it's a big deal? I don't. Actually, I'm reading Chronicles at the moment, and I'm reading this. I read a lot of books at the same time. That's me, there's a little girl. And I think that's interesting because, look, there's my granddaughter. We did another one. It also means there's nobody can ever sit next to me. I like to be on my own. Yes. I'm pretty lonely, shouldn't I? It's OK. I carry my home here, where I live is not my home. I am my home. OK, we've done it.