My mum always told me, 'Have something to fall back on' and I never really listened.
I was a total punk. But I was still an outcast, even with the punks and stuff.
I still dream about my parents and have done every night for 10 years, and I wake up either crying or having to remember that they're gone.
I'm just working class. I can pay the bills most of the time, usually from royalties.
There's nothing I'd really rather do, or can do, except cook.
If I get invited somewhere I can never usually say no. And then I don't leave until I'm asked to.