I just go in my back garden. It's the only place where people don't come and bother you.

Karma chameleon: we come and go, we come and go.

The Taboo crowd was certainly less precious. They were happy to end up in a pile of vomit and booze at the end of the night. It was antifashion, in a sense. They were just as obsessive as the New -Romantics but they acted like they didn't care.

The problem with being on the road - especially in a hot place like Florida - is that you can begin to think you're on holiday. You can partake of the buffet a little bit more than you should, so you have to have a routine.

I exercise. I go to the gym every day. It's about respecting what you're doing. You're going on stage. You have to sleep. You have to be prepared.

Gay unions, what is that about? I haven't been invited to any ceremonies, and I wouldn't go anyway. The idea that gay people have to mimic what obviously doesn't work for straight people any more... I think is a bit tragic. I am looking forward to gay divorces.

I started going to Madame Louise's, the lesbian club where all the punk bands used to go - the Sex Pistols, the Clash. I remember seeing Billy Idol walk in there; he was gorgeous.