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

I'd been a Bowie fan before punk and used to get no end of trouble. I was always getting knocked about and having to run up the street, getting chased by people. It was horrible.

I'll be the in to your sane.

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.

And I used to go the punk clubs such as a gay club in Poland Street that everyone would go to because it was the only place you could go to looking like that without getting beaten senseless.

Here in my car, I feel safest of all, I can lock all the doors.