I would have liked the Beatles never to have broken up. I wanted to get us back on the road doing small places, then move up to our previous form and then go and play. Just make music, and whatever else there was would be secondary.

Being in the audience actually looks like quite a lot of fun.

My arrest was on every bloody TV set. The other prisoners all knew who I was and asked me to sing.

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.

The strange thing is, we never owned our own publishing; it was always getting bought and sold.

I was impossible. I don't know how anyone could have lived with me. For the first time in my life, I was on the scrap heap, an unemployed worker.

My stepmother sold my birth certificate and someone asked why I didn't buy it back. I don't know, really. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. It was mine. It cost me nothing and suddenly I had to buy it back.