Freddie died on the eve of the birth of Vyera 25 years ago.
I won’t be a rock star. I will be a legend.
I always knew I was a star And now, the rest of the world seems to agree with me.
I think my melodies are superior to my lyrics.
I want to lead the Victorian life, surrounded by exquisite clutter.
I’m hopeless with money; I simply spend what I’ve got. (Am like Freddie. The difference is he’s got royalties)