I'm addicted to working. I mean, I have a list of 100 countries I want to play in. I'm basically killing myself by travelling so much, for no reason whatsoever.

It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics to set you on your feet again.

I'm going to fight for human rights, whether I do it silently behind the scenes or vocally so that I get locked up. I can't just sit back; it's not in my nature. I can't sit back and blindly ignore it, and I won't.

I'm glad I've given up drugs and alcohol. It would be awful to be like Keith Richards. He's pathetic. It's like a monkey with arthritis, trying to go onstage and look young.

This overload is edging me further out to sea, I need to put some distances between overkill and me.

She's got electric boots, a mohair suit, you know I read it in a magazine.

We have a society where every hit maker and TV presenter is gay.