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When John and I hitchhiked to Paris in 1961, we went to a café on the Left Bank, and the waitress was older than us - easy, since John was turning twenty-one and I was nearly twenty. She poured us two glasses of vin ordinaire, and we noticed she had hair under her arms, which was shocking: 'Oh my God, look at that; she's got hair under her arms!' (...)You had to be a real beatnik. It's such a clear memory for me.

There were a couple of kinds of machines I was thinking of. The computer was one. They said recording would be sped up massively with computers, but The Beatles would have done two songs by the time you got the computer up and running.

Like many writers, I really am a bit of a voyeur; if there's a lit window and there's someone in it, I will watch them. Hands up, guilty. It's a very, very natural thing.
In a strange way, I may be interested in this subject matter because I get stared at quite a lot myself. It's because I have a recognisable face.

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