In My Mind, There's A Time And

I Have To Thank My Mum For Kicking Me Out At 16 And Making Me Stand On My Own Two Feet - That's How I Got Here.

My Place In Scotland Is In The Middle Of Nowhere, So You've Just Got A Keyboard, Guitar, A Little Drum Machine And You Know If You Can Work Stuff Out Like That, If You Can Hammer Out Songs That Sound Good Just With Those Three Things And A Voice, You're On Your Way.

I Can Do The Equivalent Of 150 Miles Per Hour And Not Get Stopped. I Could Quite Happily Pursue People Down The Motorway In My Helicopter.

How Is The Economy Supposed To Recover When People Can't Afford To Fill The Tank?

I'm 41 Now And The Right Knee Has Got A Bit Of A Twinge In It. I Get About The Stage A Little Less Now.