What I do now is all my dad's fault, because he bought me a guitar as a boy, for no apparent reason.
I'm not a great lover of Madonna's voice. She's done very well with what she's got, and I'm sure my voice turns her right off, but she's not my favourite singer.
I've still got a brilliant head of hair, which refuses to lay down.
I've been a golden boy for too long.
The first cut is the deepest.
So when you think you're the only one who can't find love in this world, tell yourself there's another one who's waiting for you somewhere.