children and women with emotional baggage first.

We don't want any tell-tales.

The coming out tells the tale.

The machine tells the tale, son.

Tim Canterbury. A good man. "The Canterbury tales."

Getting himself all steeled up to tell some tales.

But you tell tales to that three-piece motherfucker, ooh, shit!

"listening to the cheers from the crowd, which told the whole tale."

I tend to be a little more descriptive in the telling of a tale.

- He's sort of... - It's ten to ten.

- Pardon? - It's ten to ten.

- I can't speak... here he is. - Hiya.

- Nice jacket. - Whatever.

- Looks a bit like mine. - What make's yours?

- Armani. - Expensive.

- And yours? - Sergio Georgini.

New shoes as well. Quite a heel on them.

- We still on for ten? - Yup.

People see me and they see the suit, and they go "You're not fooling anyone." They know I'm rock and roll through and through.

You know that old thing "live fast, die young"? Not my way.