I May Be The Prat In The

From 16 To 21 When I Was Self Sufficient And Working In Factories. I Packed Batteries, Boxes, And Make-up With Heroin Addicts. I Have To Thank My Mum For Kicking Me Out At 16 And Making Me Stand On My Own Two Feet.

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 Find Every Jacket Under The Sun That I Like. But I Cannot Find Trousers Cut The Way I Want Them. They're All Really Tight At The Bottom. Nobody Does A Boot Cut On A Trouser Leg. It Drives Me Crazy.

I Love Being Able To Go On Local Flights When The Weather Is Right. I've Popped To The Isle Of Wight, Cornwall And Been Mountain Flying In Wales. When I Got My Licence I Was Over The Moon, It Was One Of The Greatest Days Of My Life - It Took Two Years To Get!

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.