I used to have a list of things from my school buddies of what kind of art material they wanted. I'd go up to the West End of London and spend the whole day knocking stuff off.

I kicked off... and things went on from there... down and down.

I won a scholarship with the Brixton School of Building. I screwed around, not putting in a proper attendance.

There has been so much rubbish written up in the papers over the years.

I am no longer a criminal. I gave up that practice years ago.

The idea was to make a movie ourselves with everyone playing a cameo role. Preferably before we all go, 'cos poor old Charlie Wilson was murdered, and of course Buster has gone.