But so many of them say decent things once they've retired - when it's too late.

That sounds like an oddly arrogant form of Buddhism...

Though at that time I didn't want it to be quicker - I enjoyed the journeys.

Looking back, it seems strange that we were so excited to see the new diesels; now I'd go back to steam with scarcely a hesitation.

In the mid-1970s I worked not far away (the Lisson Grove U.B.O.), but avoided both Tussaud's and the Planetarium after very disappointing experiences of both. I doubt that Tussaud's has improved - do you know what the Planetarium's like now?

The little girl with no shoes is the focal point of the photo for me.

Newcomers. Now, the last series to be played in Pompeii...

But it's fake.

As I've been noticing (and moaning about) for years: people don't buy books. They'll come along to readings, often regularly, showing every sign of enjoying the poetry, but scarcely one in fifty buys a book. And that includes poets who themselves complain that no-one buys their books...

I stand corrected; clearly I was giving myself away there!

Speak for yourself.

And probably for just one song (we all know which one). Blame David Bowie.

Yes, that does look like (small-leaved?) lime.