Nature Is A Language - Can't You

I'm Cursed With The Gift Of Foresight.

For The First Time In My Life The Eternal 'i' Becomes 'we', As, Finally, I Can Get On With Someone.

Artists Aren't Really People. And I'm Actually 40 Per Cent Papier Mache.

Denmark Is Sadly A Hellish Place If You Happen To Be A Pig, But The Brioche And Fruits That Tower On The Table Before Me Have Me Hastily Attaching A Feedbag.

I Am Stuck In The Dream Of An Album That Sells Well Not Because Of Marketing, But Because People Like The Songs.