I was curious, given the swimming pools of booze I’ve guzzled over the years - not to mention all of the cocaine, morphine, sleeping pills, cough syrup, LSD, Rohypnol… there’s really no plausible medical reason why I should still be alive. Maybe my DNA could say why.

I'm dyslexic, I have attention-deficit disorder, and I've got something like a hereditary tremor.

There are no invisible seams.

Sabbath were a hippy band. We were into peace.

I wanted to be the fifth Beatle.

What is the world coming to?

With my recovery programme, I have to do a daily inventory of how my day has been. I am terribly dyslexic and have attention deficit disorder, so I have to carry a tape recorder everywhere I go.