I'm terrible with money, absolutely awful. I'm always losing it.
My real self is probably more creative and more frightening than any sort of drink or drug-induced state.
My dad lived till he was 78, my mum was in her 80s, and I've got two uncles who are in their 90s now.
I always want to rock.
Mick has expressed an interest in coming to the gallery tonight because he's seen me behaving myself lately. He is being much more supportive, which is nice.
I've got an article where my mum says that I used to run home from school to watch the Stones on TV. Right from when I was at college I wanted to be in that band.
Jo left me a few months ago for 10 days. I get this note: I'll come back when the real Ronnie comes back.
It's taken folk a while to come around, hasn't it? Even the boys in the band weren't too sure about the whole art thing. They just wanted me to concentrate on the music. But they respect it now.
In my family, they were all big boozers.