In the sixties everyone you knew became famous. My flatmate was Terence Stamp. My barber was Vidal Sassoon. David Hockney did the menu in a restaurant I went to. I didn't know anyone unknown who didn't become famous.
I'm not going to put out a Christmas CD until it's coming out of me naturally.
During the holidays everyone needs a break from studying for exams and...
Windows are as essential to office prestige as Christmas is to retailing.