We know we are falling from grace, millennium.

I'm on good form. I'm an older guy. I feel healthy, I've been training, I'm looking after myself, I get up early. I look after the dogs. I'm happy.

Inside me there is a fat man dying to get out.

All your friends think you're satisfied, but they can't see your soul, no, no, no.

Everyone likes at least one Elvis song....Me, I love them all. He was, is and will remain the ultimate rock star.

I still find trusting people quite hard. I've got a couple of mates that I do let in, but that's it. It's something I've got to sort out - I cut people off.

My friends are so cynical, they refuse to keep the faith.