It's such a psychological and mental game, golf, that the smallest wrong thing at the wrong time can distract you from what you're trying to achieve.

Sometimes Americans don't quite get my sense of humor. My good ol' British sarcasm seems to go over their heads.

I'm heavier, but with muscle rather than flab. It's a massive difference. It means I don't get as tired sometimes and it means that I'm hitting the ball a lot farther, about 15 yards more with my driver.

Now I'm giving up a little in the week-to-week tournaments but reaping the benefits in the majors.

People always say golfers don't smile. But there is so much psychology in golf so we have to be a bit robotic.

I'm working my way steadily back and I'm feeling good.

I'm 37, I'm pretty fit and feel I have another eight years left - which means there's 32 Majors still to go at.