I've got a Facebook page, but I've never put anything on it. I've got a presence on all the social networks, in fact, but I've never once sent a message. I'm there because, otherwise, someone's going to pretend to be me.

I've always spent more time with a smile on my face than not, but the thing is, I don't write about it.

You can't drink on an eight hour flight, pass out, and then go onstage... well you can, but then you're Spandau Ballet.

There's no hope of me becoming completely relaxed on stage. If I did, I'd sit down and doze off.

I wouldn't want to think people doted on us, hung on every word, or wanted to look like us.

Nobody notices me. Nobody thinks I'm me. But then I look less like me than most of the people coming to our concerts.

I'm in the strange position of the world drifting away from me, but you know what? I'm actually quite content with that. It doesn't bother me in the slightest. I don't feel like, 'Oh God, I'm being left behind.'