If There Were No Carl Perkins, There

We Were Pretty Good Mates Until The Beatles Started To Split Up And Yoko Came Into It. It Was More Like Old Army Buddies Splitting Up On Account Of Wedding Bells.

Bach Was So Mathematical And I Liked This Idea That You Could Have One Instrument Going, 'one, Two, Three, Four', And Then You Have Another Instrument Going, [double Time] 'one, Two, Three Four', And Another Instrument Going, [doubled Again] 'one, Two, Three, Four, One, Two, Three, Four', So You Could Add Twos And Fours And Eighths, And That Happens A Lot In Bach.

I Tried Heroin Just The Once. Even Then, I Didn't Realize I'd Taken It. I Was Just Handed Something, Smoked It, Then Found Out What It Was. It Didn't Do Anything For Me, Which Was Lucky Because I Wouldn't Have Fancied Heading Down That Road.

Painting Is Similar To Music. You Get A Couple Or Words Or Notes Or Chords That Excite You, And You Just Follow Them And Add A Bit More And See Where It Takes You. That's The Thrill For Me. It Still Is A Thrill, Which Is Amazing After All This Time.

I Was Still 15 When I Met John Lennon At A Village Fete In Woolton, In Liverpool.