On the disappearance of "rock star" hysteria surrounding him: I took it rather better than some of them I could tell you about, who had nervous break… - Chris Rea

There's rain on my window
But I'm thinking of you
Tears on my pillow
But I will come through
Josephine
I'll send you all my love
And every single step, I'll take
I'll take for you

Driving in my car
I'm driving home for Christmas
With a thousand memories
I take look at the driver next to me
He's just the same
Just the same

On the rock stars: Rock stars don’t talk to each other. They’re too important to talk to another one. They’ve all got their own little palace, their own universe, of which they are the head. So how can they possibly go to somebody else’s universe? They can’t handle it. I will one day write the book that shows just how massive some of these egos are. Because I was a slow success, I was meeting people socially whose records I had at home, who were now talking to me on a what-strings-do-you-use level. And very few of them have not disappointed. [Pink Floyd’s] Dave Gilmour is the only one that [hasn’t disappointed]. That paints everyone else as a cunt. Which they are. But Gilmour is fabulous.