If you'd given me the choice of going out and beating four men and smashing a goal in from thirty yards against Liverpool or going to bed with Miss World, it would have been a difficult choice. Luckily, I had both.
I spent a lot of money on booze, birds and fast cars. The rest I just squandered.
One day they might even say that I was another Ryan Giggs.
That thing about being an icon, the fifth Beatle, I just found it so freaky.
You can't trust very many people.
People say you have to hit rock bottom, and, I can tell you, almost dying is as rock bottom as it gets.