In 1987 or '88, Etienne and Nadine came with a manuscript, ... It was all handwritten, with illustrations by Nadine. They asked if I would set it to music.

I always used to look at books and wonder how anybody could come up with so many words. But my divorce and then falling in love with somebody else has released in me an ability to write in other ways apart from songs.

It's a miracle was the last track recorded for the album, we based it on the rhythm from the middle of 'Late Home Tonight, where there's Graham Broad playing lots and lots of drums with me shouting in the background, pretending to be a mad Arab leader.

For an artist to go and play in a country that occupies other people's land and oppresses them, the way Israel does, is plain wrong. They should say no.

I think Syd was destined to unhinge with or without acid, frankly, but there is no question that certainly acid and probably hash as well, have an exacerbating effect on that collection of symptoms that we call schizophrenia. You couldn't find anything more likely to accelerate or exacerbate those symptoms.

So you think you can tell heaven from hell - blue skies from pain? Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail, a smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts - hot ashes for trees, hot air for a cool breeze, cold comfort for change? Did you exchange a walk-on part in a war for a lead role in a cage?