What Does This Button Do?: An Autobiography

by Bruce Dickinson

but oh my God, just the cover of anything by Jane Austen made me want to eat my own leg

at night it would turn into the most exotic four-wheeled magic carpet, transporting our merry souls to la-la land until dawn, when we all went back to the pumpkin patch with the rest of humanity.

‘A chiropractor? That’s like a fortune teller who uses dead bodies.’ ‘No, that is a necromancer.’

Nothing in childhood is ever wasted.

Actually, ‘Dune’ wasn’t ‘Dune’ at all. The author Frank Herbert didn’t like heavy metal and caused us no end of problems, so the name was changed to ‘To Tame a Land’.

Eddie doesn’t give a fuck. He just is.

Rock stars, of course, have long had the capacity to act like babies but have not had the sense to sing like them.

Do not fuck with Canada.