When I was a kid it was big news when someone flew around the world in a little aeroplane, but nobody cared when I did it. Then, to rub salt into my wounds, the customs people ripped my aeroplane to pieces, looking for stuff.

I sometimes wonder if I might be a bit of a disappointment to people, because they are expecting all these '80s hits and what they get is a dark industrial wall of noise.

Time heals nothing, it merely rearranges our memory.

I'm very into science-fantasy, that kind of swordfights and magic and technology thing.

I was always a bit different. I had a very happy childhood, but I could never hang on to mates.

I have one brother, John, an airline pilot, who is seven years younger. He's adopted, though we're still blood related - he's my cousin. My parents couldn't have any more children after me, so when Dad's brother died, they adopted John, then just a baby.

I collect fantasy swords, replicas from films, and have them displayed on the wall as you go up the stairs.