Things That I Was Writing For Wham!

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 Suppose Romantically There Are Fantasies That Can Still Be Realized. But Not Professionally.

I Spent Years Growing Up Being Told What My Sexuality Was.

At A Certain Age I Just Stopped Arguing. I Realized That There Was No Way [my Father] Could See, Because For Him To Approve Of What I Was Doing, He Would Have To Have Some Belief In Me As A Musician.

I Couldn't Change Anything Without Changing The End Position, And I'm Perfectly Happy Now. So Whatever I Feel In Some Sense May Have Been A Mistake In The Past Is, In Another Sense, Not A Mistake, Because It's Left Me Here.