There Is A Limited Supply Of Excellent

Great Music Is In The Ear Of The Beholder.

I First Came To London When I Was 22 And Working As A Roadie. Having Watched The 'news At Ten' All My Life, I Thought Big Ben Was Going To Be Massive, But I Was Underwhelmed.

As I Get Older, I Don't Aggressively Pursue Songs. All The Great Ones Just Appear.

I Remember The 70s Constantly Being Winter In Manchester And The Irish Community In Manchester Closing Ranks Because Of The Ira Bombings In Birmingham And Manchester, And You Know The Bin-workers' Strike, All Wrapped Up In It... They Were Violent Times. Violence At Home And Violence At Football Matches.

I'm Used To People Being A Mile Away. That Suits Me. It's More Nerve-wracking Playing In Front Of People Who Are Two Feet Away From Me.