This is one of the truer-sounding bits:I kept it a secret that I couldn't read...When I travelled somewhere I could never read a sign.
We carried on as friends for a bit, but I kept on seeing bad things happen.
I recently had friends over for cocktails on the porch, and we ending up tearing it up a bit, as I kept pouring and they kept drinking.
"I've been talking to people for a bit and I kept finding the same reason: they can never find the money [for social activism in the arts].
"I knew quite a bit anyway I kept referring to my books and just checking and thinking 'oh yes it's alright' so there was nothing bad.
I must admit I was feeling a bit edgy, but I kept quiet.
"I was a bit nervous and I kept putting my hands in there, you know.
It was a bit tight but I kept him behind, and that was the only time he had a good run on me.
"On my first talk, I was really nervous and a bit shaky, and I kept forgetting to breathe!
In the Drunken Bakers, he kept putting mice running about, which looked a bit cute so I kept destroying them with PhotoShop.
