In a nut shell, air travel is the worst part about touring.

I'm really still a child of the Forties. I still think about it a lot, about the repercussions of armed conflict. Until 1953 we had rationing. We couldn't buy meat, we couldn't buy pleasurable goods like cigarettes and sweets. I didn't starve - my family were lucky - but I knew what it was like standing in line waiting for foodstuffs.

You've got to create a dream. You've got to uphold the dream. If you can't, go back to the factory or go back to the desk.

I'm not bitter, I'm bittersweet.

On Memorial Day, I don't want to only remember the combatants. There were also those who came out of the trenches as writers and poets, who started preaching peace, men and women who have made this world a kinder place to live.

OK, I've had a life of sort of success, some people know who I am but a lot of people don't. I feel the need to change that still.

I don't think I've ever changed. I am only one person, it's just me. I'm confident and I'm quite happy with who I am, but it's my life and I'll be what I want.