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

I became an adult in an extreme way. I was recently sorting some old photographs and I found another.

When punk came along, I found my generation's music. I grew up listening to the Beatles and the Rolling Stones and Pink Floyd, 'cause that was what got played in the house. But when I first saw the Stranglers, I thought, 'This is it.'

I don't dislike my peers because they're still around and remind me of what I'm doing. I never liked them anyway. I never liked U2, the things they've done over the years.

Whenever I'm home, I haven't got any makeup on. But even in the studio, before I do vocals, I put makeup on.

I write with a pen and paper. Never on a laptop.

Irony is the recourse of the weak-minded wimp, I think. I hate bands that deliver their songs with knowing smiles on their faces, so that if those songs fall flat they can say 'Ah well, we never really meant it anyway.' It's so dishonest.