I was a very sickly boy when I was young; nearly died when I was 7. I had a life-threatening attack of meningitis, and that put me in a coma for a few months. It took me four years to get my memory back.

I'm no one's lap dog, you can't put me on a leash.

There was a suicide attack this morning. Four people have died.

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 took four months to get my dress in. So now i am just curious to what is going to happen now.

I've been in very many situations where I've not liked the other members of the band or they have not liked me. I grew up presuming that's the way music was made. It doesn't need to be that way. It's taken me years years to find that out.