Be Good And Honest To Your Fellow

The Bike Went Up In The Air And Landed On My Back. It Broke My Neck, Smashed My Collarbone And Splinters Of Bone Severed My Main Artery. My Lung filled Up With Blood. I Severed My Nerves And To This Day I Have No Feeling There.

I Retired Once But You've Got To Have Something To Retire To And I Don't Want To Do Anything. My Job Is Like A Well Paid Hobby, I Mean Not A Hobby But I'm Not Lining Up Every Morning At The Bus Queue To Go To Work. I'm Very Lucky.

Rock Music Is Not Meant To Be Perfect.

People Say To Me, You Have Not Got Stage Fright. And If I Haven't Got Stage Fright, Then I'm Going To Be Comfortable Within Myself, And Then Something - I've Always Been That Way And So I'm Fighting To Get Away From That Fear.

I Was Curious, Given The Swimming Pools Of Booze I’ve Guzzled Over The Years - Not To Mention All Of The Cocaine, Morphine, Sleeping Pills, Cough Syrup, Lsd, Rohypnol… There’s Really No Plausible Medical Reason Why I Should Still Be Alive. Maybe My Dna Could Say Why.