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.

Married life is absolutely brilliant.

Amazing, the poisons I used to put in my body. I used to love it.

Let's face it: I paint well. I know it, you know it. There's no arguing really, is there?

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

When I first started all this, it was mostly music fans that came along, Stones fans. But now, I'm being taken seriously. I've got highfalutin art collectors and everything!

The last show we played, I was straight as a die. It did feel weird not to be hiding behind alcohol or dope, but being focused was... good.