It’s the first time I’m going to be on my own this Christmas and I’m really looking forward to not having any cards or decorations up. So I’ll be in London, sit on my couch, arms folded, curtains drawn, having a drink.
No matter how much you sit there twiddling, going, ‘We’re all doomed’, at the end of the day people will always want to hear you play Creep. Get over it.
If everyone in the music business were brutally honest about what their intentions were then you could sort things out, but it’s all smoke and mirrors.
