The Wham! Thing Was, As I Said,

I Mean, It Is The Perfect Situation To Really Love Someone To Death And To Want To Rip Their Clothes Off At The Same Time, Isn't It?

I Probably Owe An Apology To Fans That Have Been Supportive And Have Not Wanted To Believe Any Of This Was True. It Takes A Little Bit Of The Sheen Off Of The Mystique.

I Was Supposed To Be A Real Thatcherite. Just By Dint Of Being A First-generation Immigrant And Having Not Had Money, And Then Suddenly Having It - And Getting On Planes And Going To Ibiza And Sitting Around In Thongs. But Actually Nothing I Was Writing Or Doing Was Even Vaguely Thatcherite.

I Have Definitely Reached The Same Level As Madonna In Terms Of Sales. I'm Really Pleased About That.

It's Really Difficult Trying To Find The Line Where You Don't Piss Anybody Off.