I Grew Up Playing In Clubs -

All I Am Certain Of Right Now Is That I Don't Want To Go Anywhere, And That's Not Bad For Someone Who Always Used To Run.

My Selective Memory Of What Drinking Was Like Told Me That Standing At The Bar In A Pub, On A Summer's Evening With A Long, Tall Glass Of Lager And Lime Was Heaven, And I Chose Not To Remember The Nights On Which I Had Sat With A Bottle Of Vodka, A Gram Of Coke And A Shotgun, Contemplating Suicide.

Our Love Will Rule In This Kingdom We Have Made.

They Looked Great, You Know The Drawings Of The Guys Playing Looked Great And Bits Of String Around Their Necks. So It Didn't Seem To Be That Difficult A Thing To Do, Or That Inaccessible.

It's Very Dependent On Your State Of Mind. And Your Emotional State As Well. And A Lot Of It Comes Pouring Out, You Don't Really Have That Much Control With It.