Alex James: The Great Escape
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I must say things have been going well since we decided to start making cheese. Apart from not having made any cheese whatsoever, it seems to have been a complete success. Just the idea of cheese, is enough. I had great hopes for the opera, it didn't happen. Betty Boo kind of worked, but still people said, "What about that other band you're in, the really good one?" Now nobody wants to know if Graham's going to join Blur again any more. They just want cheese.
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When I gave all my jeans away last week, as it finally sunk in that I am nearly 38, and there are other things to be wearing, all manner of tailored trousers to explore, I had no idea it was going to be an onward struggle. I said, "I don't want to wear jeans!"The stylist looked dismayed. The photographer had me down for a prima donna, now. He'd had his suspicions all along. The make-up guy seemed a little upset and I noticed he was wearing jeans. They were all wearing jeans, in fact. I said I'd wear a dressing gown if they wanted.
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