It was bad on Linda. She had to deal with this guy who didn't want to get out of bed and, if he did, wanted to go back to bed pretty soon after. He wanted to drink earlier and earlier each day and didn't really see the point in shaving. I was generally pretty morbid.

I used to go round to Aunt Mimi's house and John would be at the typewriter, which was fairly unusual in Liverpool. None of my mates even knew what a typewriter was. Well they knew what it was but they didn't hae one. Nobody had one.

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

I just start singing some words with a tune. I don't ever write a song thinking, Now I'll write a song about... .

Bend like the willow, winds gonna blow you hard and cold tonight. Life as it happens, nobody warns you, willow hold on tight.

...We can work it out. Life is very short, and there's no time for fussing and fighting, my friend.

I play to all people, and I play to people not governments, and I believe strongly that all people are peaceful and would want peace.