Long may Elton John continue to be a foul mouthed voice in the wilderness, ranting against the pomposity of pop and entertaining us all into the bargain.

The voice of a generation? Oh, the poor wee sod.

I had a good eight inches last night.

The clearest way to the Universe is through a forest wilderness

Cherish your wilderness.

All conservation of wildness is self-defeating, for to cherish we must see and fondle, and when enough have seen and fondled, there is no wilderness left to cherish.