From 16 to 21 when I was self sufficient and working in factories. I packed batteries, boxes, and make-up with heroin addicts. I have to thank my mum for kicking me out at 16 and making me stand on my own two feet.

I learn fast and I take note of what I've been told.

I'm 41 now and the right knee has got a bit of a twinge in it. I get about the stage a little less now.

I can do the equivalent of 150 miles per hour and not get stopped. I could quite happily pursue people down the motorway in my helicopter.

My place in Scotland is in the middle of nowhere, so you've just got a keyboard, guitar, a little drum machine and you know if you can work stuff out like that, if you can hammer out songs that sound good just with those three things and a voice, you're on your way.

Now, I'm the most impatient person that ever walked the planet. However: for the best, you always wait.

The mid-life crisis is just those times when you're not so into the things you were when you were younger.