At the end of the Beatles, I really was done in for the first time in my life. Until then, I really was a kind of cocky sod.

Every love song I write is for Linda.

Trumpets are a bit more adventurous; they're drunk! Trumpeters are generally drunk. It wets their whistle.

There's nothing like the eureka moment of knocking off a song that didn't exist before - I won't compare it to sex, but it lasts longer.

And what's the point of changing when I'm happy as I am?

It's like a lot of kids; when you tell them someone's died, they laugh.

I think the idea of getting out of a traffic jam and getting out of work each week and going and doing all this stuff would be really exhausting.