Jo left me a few months ago for 10 days. I get this note: I'll come back when the real Ronnie comes back.

Mick says, Would you join the band? I say to him, Mick, you know I'd be there in a New York minute.

When I first started all this, it was mostly music fans that came along, Stones fans. But now, I'm being taken seriously. I've got highfalutin' art collectors and everything!

I think people are 'just creative,' and this can be expressed in a number of ways. Bob Dylan and David Bowie create both music and art.

I heard this massive thud. I spun around, and there Keith was, on the ground. He'd cut his gums up on impact, he was very bloody, and clutching his head. I think it was a kind of wake-up call for him.

I've got an article where my mum says that I used to run home from school to watch the Stones on TV. Right from when I was at college I wanted to be in that band.

Mick has expressed an interest in coming to the gallery tonight because he’s seen me behaving myself lately. He is being much more supportive, which is nice.

It’s taken folk a while to come around, hasn’t it? Even the boys in the band weren’t too sure about the whole art thing. They just wanted me to concentrate on the music. But they respect it now.

My dad lived till he was 78, my mum was in her 80s, and I’ve got two uncles who are in their 90s now.

Let’s face it: I paint well. I know it, you know it. There’s no arguing really, is there?