I remember picture postcard moments with dad flying a balsa wood plane, sitting in front of him on a motorbike, going to visit Ringo.

I once had a girl, or should I say she once had me.

All these places have their moments - with lovers and friends - I still can recall some are dead and some are living - in my life I've loved them all.

I love to sit on a mountain top and gaze. I don't think of anything but the people I care about and the view.

On the one hand, I've had such a normal upbringing with my mum, who has kept me grounded, but on the other, the wild experiences through my dad.

He wasn't a great father. He was a great musician. That's always been a touchy one, and it will be until I can find the answer, but I don't know if there is one.