One night Roger was in a foul mood and he threw his entire bloody drumset across the stage. The thing only just missed me - I might have been killed.

Is Billy Idol just doing a bad Elvis pout, or was he born that way?

I'm just a musical prostitute, my dear.

The lavish presentation appeals to me, and I've got to convince the others.

It destroys the soul to hear that you're all hype, that you have no talent, and that your whole career has been contrived.

And, we have no such thing as a budget anymore. Our manager freaks when we show him the bill. We're lavish to the bone, but all our money goes back into the product.