What A Fortunate Fellow I

There Is Something About Very Cold Weather That Gives One An Enormous Appetite. Most Of Us Find Ourselves Beginning To Crave Rich Steaming Stews And Hot Apple Pies And All Kinds Of Delicious Warming Dishes; And Because We Are All A Great Deal Luckier Than We Realize, We Usually Get What We Want—or Near Enough.

All Through My School Life I Was Appalled By The Fact That Masters And Senior Boys Were Allowed Quite Literally To Wound Other Boys, And Sometimes Very Severely.

When I Was 2, We Moved Into An Imposing Country Mansion 8 Miles West Of Cardiff, Wales.

My Father Was A Norwegian Who Came From A Small Town Near Oslo. He Broke His Arm At The Elbow When He Was 14, And They Amputated It.

I Am The Maker Of Music, The Dreamer Of Dreams!