I guess a certain contingent of the musicians in London at the beginning of the '70s were fed up with denim and the hippies. And I think we kind of wanted to go somewhere else.

I'm bemused by the whole Robbie Williams aspect of British pop. Posh Spice? It all looks like cruise ship entertainment to me.

When I'm stuck for a closing to a lyric, I will drag out my last resort: overwhelming illogic.

If you want it, boys, get it here, thing.

Illusion I will be, for I've never been a sinner.

I liked rock music, I kind of moved into that sphere, somehow thinking that somewhere along the line I'd be able to put the two together. And I suppose I very nearly did with the Ziggy character.

Feeling so gay, feeling so gay.