I really am a mother's boy. I adore her and she adores me. She's not just proud of me—she faints when she sees me. She gets hysterical. If she were here now she'd want me to sit on her knee.
in Times 11 July 1983
I really am a mother's boy. I adore her and she adores me. She's not just proud of me—she faints when she sees me. She gets hysterical. If she were here now she'd want me to sit on her knee.
in Times 11 July 1983