Lyrics are coming to you all the time. I get inspiration in the middle of the night.
I don't enjoy songwriting.
Is it my sweat that's no longer sweet?
Well, there's not a day goes by when I don't get up and say thank you to somebody.
I've still got a brilliant head of hair, which refuses to lay down.
I tried therapy. This had never appealed to me. For me, it was a bit like a Chinese meal: very filling at the time, but then an hour later you're hungry again.