I'm quite open to the fact that I might be a tinfoil-hat freak.

I am the only man who can say he’s been in Take That and at least two members of the Spice Girls.

I’m off everything apart from the fags and the coffee. I don’t know if it’s worked. It works up until you take your first drink.

I’ve been watching what I eat. When I was putting on all the weight, I was drinking Guinness and not eating. I didn’t have room to because I was drinking all the time.

I couldn’t live without my music, man. Or me mum.

I’m mainstream, and I have pretty chart-tastic tastes. I don’t often veer away from a big melodic song with big words for big stadiums.

I’ve really been grappling with depression. It’s all linked with my cocaine and ecstasy abuse.

I am the first to admit I have made a couple of mistakes: two trips to rehab, Rudebox, the album, Geri Halliwell. I should have gone for Victoria, really, shouldn’t I? I’d have been really famous.

It’s success, not fame, that is quite addictive. I’m addicted to a lot of things and, as it happens, success is one of them.

Love is getting to be cynical, passion’s just physical.