It's terrible feeling like an eligible bachelor but no women seeming to agree with you.

I have to say that anger is the blanket that comes around me, and that blunts and blurs my sense of proportion.

A lot of my audience are in their 50s. But they want me to pretend to continue to be pretending.

Although I was well past my teenage troubles, our music was specifically designed to lubricate the passage from adolescence to adulthood.

The fact of the matter is, I'm f**king brilliant. Not 'was' brilliant. 'Am' brilliant.

We won't get fooled again!

Once she woke with untamed lover's face between her legs, now he's cooled and stifled and it's she who has to beg.