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I have an online interview to do for a Swedish magazine.
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I don’t like the vertical format.
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We were in Hebden Bridge the other weekend, about to play in the Trades Club.
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As we rolled on down the road towards Suffolk, Amy wondered why an open top car is cool, whereas driving a car with all the windows down marks you out as a loser.
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I grew some purple sprouting brocolli.
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I was worried.
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I was driving to Birmingham - that’s Birmingham in the middle of England, not in Alabama.
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Apparently it’s a milestone.
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A house can take it out of you.
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I would have said architrave but no one seems to know the word, so I’ll just say door trim instead.
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In the end there was nothing scary about cataract surgery but it was a big inconvenience.
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The rain stopped as I arrived in Manchester.
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I remember feeling overwhelmed.
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Hastings seems like an age ago.
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As I drive along all kinds of things run through my mind.
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I used to have it down, hardly had to think about it, I knew exactly what time to set off to get to places on time, almost by instinct, but it’s been four years since I toured here in the UK and I’m out of practice.
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I’ve always thought of myself as the kind of artist who would never appear on Later With Jools Holland.
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I think we were on a high security alert.
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I’m very sad for the passing of Wilko Johnson.
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I have a gig this coming weekend playing with my wife, Amy Rigby.
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I used to take it all in my stride but getting ready to go and do shows was always a quietly fraught business for me.
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When the brakes failed at seventy miles an hour in rush hour on the M25 I didn’t panic, I calmly said the word 'no' as if in response to an incorrectly answered question.
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I had a run-in with a gun person who attempted to explain to me how it all works: Someone points a gun at you, he’s the bad guy, I’m pointing a gun at him, I’m the good guy - see how it works?
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I keep writing stuff and not posting any of it - the world lurches from crisis to crisis and what I write quickly becomes irrelevant, inappropriate at at the very least just plain glib.
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The Monkees TV show was first shown in England in September 1966.