It's always been too slow for me. Playing. The pace of things. I'm a fast sprinter. The trouble was, after playing in the group for a few months, I couldn't reach that point.

Living in Cambridge, with nature and everything, it's so clean.

If I'd stayed at college I would have become a teacher.

When we parted I had written everything for the group. My leaving sort of evened things out within the group.

There are just so many people running around. Doing different things-no kind of unity.

I've just had an operation, but nothing too serious.

I'm sorry I can't speak very coherently.

I'm disappearing, avoiding most things.

There's so much around, you don't know what to listen to. All I've got at home is Bo Diddley, some Stones and Beatles stuff, and old jazz records.