The world that surrounded me disgusted me so I chosen to invent one of my own.

I'm not a suicidal person at all, but on paper it seems that I am. I think I'm really quite horrible to myself in many ways. You always think it's going to be fine, the body will repair itself. There will be another chance. But I'm 33 now. The body won't keep repairing itself. You know when you can flick a coin and catch it on your elbow, and flick it up and catch it on the back of your head? And then you can't even catch it with two hands any more. You realise something is wrong.

I fall in love with Britain every day, with bridges, buses, blue skies... but it’s a brutal world, man.

You want to dance. You want to sing. Yeah, that feeling, of course, is beyond recollection really.

It's just about bein' yourself...even when you're on the dole, it's about your leather jacket. Music is the last refuge of the working class, along with football...in fact, gigs and riots are the only things left.

I'm not going to be hardened by these people, to these things, I'm not going to let them destroy my feelings or my emotions.

The world that surrounded me disgusted me so I chosen to invent one of my own.