Lonely Boy

It’s all so irrelevant anyway when you think about the endless fucking size of the universe. Here we are, these tiny little ants, self-importantly talking about

That said, one of the lamest sayings they trot out at meetings is ‘God didn’t bring you this far to drop you down’. Tell that to the geezer who just got AIDS and died of cancer!

I guess in a way that’s the beauty of life: you don’t know what’s coming, and just when you think you’ve got it sussed out, something happens to turn everything upside down.

We’re not into music, we’re into chaos.

they all seemed to come from places I’d never been to round the outskirts of London – that was what John wrote the song ‘Satellite’ about. He wasn’t talking down to them; well, he was, but they didn’t mind, cos they hated the suburban shitholes they came from even more than he did.

I just had no attention span for any kind of normal, responsible job.