And what exactly is a dream and what exactly is a joke?

The fine arts thing at college was always too much for me to think about. What I was more involved in was being successful at arts school.

I'm disappearing, avoiding most things.

There's so much around, you don't know what to listen to. All I've got at home is Bo Diddley, some Stones and Beatles stuff, and old jazz records.

It's always been too slow for me. Playing. The pace of things. I'm a fast sprinter. The trouble was, after playing in the group for a few months, I couldn't reach that point.

If I'd stayed at college I would have become a teacher.

Living in Cambridge, with nature and everything, it's so clean.