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.
Americans are crazy. They have this fascination with throwing their shoes on stage. I’ve been to a lot of shows in me life, some good and some bad. But I was never moved to take off me shoes and throw it at the lead singer.
When we started off, we wanted the girls, the cocaine, the fur coats. It wasn’t like it was an act; it was almost like working-class people winning the pools. We went bananas.
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.
