All my family back to the 1700s were water Gypsies. My brothers and me, we were the first ones to be born on dry land. All the rest of them were born on barges in the canals.
There's a basic rule which runs through all kinds of music, kind of an unwritten rule. I don't know what it is. But I've got it.
I heard this massive thud. I spun around, and there Keith was, on the ground. He'd cut his gums up on impact, he was very bloody, and clutching his head. I think it was a kind of wake-up call for him.
Jo left me a few months ago for 10 days. I get this note: I'll come back when the real Ronnie comes back.
My real self is probably more creative and more frightening than any sort of drink or drug-induced state.
Amazing, the poisons I used to put in my body. I used to love it.
