The interpretation of dreams is the royal road to a knowledge of the unconscious activities of the mind.

Dad went to Canada to learn how to fly with the Royal Canadian Air Force. He took me on my first airplane ride where I could have a hand on the stick.

My dad used to love Steely Dan the Stones Jethro Tull and all that. There was always Steely Dan going in my dad's car but I remember The Royal Scam in particular because it has 'Kid Charlemagne' on it.

The monarchy is foremost a business and it's important to them that the British public continue to finance the excessive luxurious lifestyles of the now quite enormous wasteful and useless 'royal' family. I find it very sad.

On a royal birthday every house must fly a flag or the owner would be dragged to a police station and be fined twenty-five rubles.

When we'd suggested doing it the Theatre Royal management had said 'Nobody wants to see Waiting for Godot.' As it happened every single ticket was booked for every single performance and this confirmation that our judgment was right was sweet. Audiences came to us from all over the world. It was amazing.

Largely this is a class thing - writers tend to be cosseted little middle-class kiddies who think that the world owes them a royalty cheque. But just doing it - being in your room for years on end locked in your head alone with invented ghosts - it weakens and softens the body. And I know I can't just live in my head.