All of us can't wait to get out there whatever way.

I always want to rock.

I just think my body can't handle it any more. I did try a little drink a while back, and I was actually physically ill. I went into an immediate depression, and felt awful, just dreadful. So that's it. I'm over it now.

Mick has expressed an interest in coming to the gallery tonight because he's seen me behaving myself lately. He is being much more supportive, which is nice.

I go off into Dublin and two days later I'm spotted walking by the Liffey with a whole bunch of new friends.

Having loved the Stones all the time I was growing up, I wasn't about to see them go and split up. It got very close to it in the 80s, when Mick thought that Keith hated him and vice versa.

I still feel 29. Maybe I should act my age more, but I just can't.