From my personal point of view, the Animals are dead. They killed themselves.

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.

It's the need for change that drives us to join forces with our brothers and sisters all around the world - but change is slow.

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've got a great dislike of reunions. It's a little like trying to go back and relive the best parts of your life, but you can't do it. Nothing is ever the same.

I may sing the same songs for over 40 years now but I always sing them in different ways in order to keep the excitement and passion alive.

I look upon The Animals, they were a great band initially, we left our mark, but thing was it was a band that couldn't live up to its name so I soldiered on. On one level, it was devastating for a while. On another level, maybe I should thank them for helping me make my own way in my own career.