My wife say,s my voice is likened to that of thousand geese being mowed down by a huge rusty, one wheeled combine harvister that need's a bloody good service.
But what does she know she like's Elton John.
If she is right then for years people wern't crying because they were touched by my sad song's and perfect voice that tugged on heart strings, but rather out of pain and agony inflicted upon there ears.
While I'm sat here, Playin', I'm tryin' to free my mind!
