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Does he consider himself a Film writer or a novelist? "I'm just a storyteller really I don't really see the importance in the difference in the medium. I like books, I love them. "
Steve raises his voice, a bit of the old punk rage perhaps asserting itself again after all these years. "You had to work to go and see a band back in '77, had to get off your arse and go to a gig, and then go to a record store to purchase the product. There was a lot more work involved. Now it's just mindless consumption."
When I launched the Online Magazine The Independent Session, I didn't think for one second there had to be an A-lister on the show. I am an unknown, a...
The busiest 10 days of Hay On Wye 2012 has now passed as the town is left in a kind of post apocalyptic mess of muddy fields, empty portaloos and dirty windswept awnings leftover from the Hay Literary Festival.
Did a show a couple of days ago at the Budokan. Quite a prestigious gig. Bob Dylan played here back in the day as did a little known band from Liverpool called The Beatles. It's quite a big deal. Up there with Madison Square Gardens, Wembley Stadium, the Hollywood Bowl and erm... the Boardwalk!!
Escalier 39, my new film company with Dean Cavanagh, makes its first real-life movie next month Kubricks which will be shot in the grounds of my gaff in Wales... The musical with Irvine Welsh and Dean Cavanagh now looks back on and as I write, meetings are being put in place to get it moving along...and speaking of meetings, I am also going to meet some people in Japan who want to bring me back into music.
Kurt Cobain passed 18 years ago and like when John Lennon passed, I was genuinely devastated. I was also in bad shape at that point. I ran into Kurt on a few occasions with Teenage Fanclub when they toured together in 1992/93. It was around that time I first met Courtney Love, Kurt's then partner. What's sad is he had really only just begun in music. I think some people just handle that level of attention better than others, and I think Kurt found it not just difficult, but impossible.
Don't let them define your reality... if 80,000 people attacked the Iranian government building it would be called a revolution yet when it happens in Greece it's called a protest. I don't trust anything the BBC tell me and neither should you.
In truth, I grew up in a violent household, just like most Glaswegian households of that era - no more or less really than any other from that time. I ended up getting 16 stitches in the back of my head after a bit of parenting from my dad when I was 15 for being cheeky. My mum and gran used to smash me about as well, it was just a different time then in the 60s and 70s.
Last week Sir Richard Branson and Alan McGee were amongst people who wrote pieces in favour of decriminalising illegal drugs. They both say they once used them but don't now. My position is different; I'm an addict. At least, I think I am, though not of anything illegal.
With all the recent talk by Sir Richard Branson about decriminalising drugs, it made me think about the three big moments in my life which changed me, or even (if you like) opened my third eye. What people ingest is up to them, but for me it gave me access to creative worlds whilst running Creation that I would never have got to without the helping hand of the gods.
Today sees the ninth anniversary of the death of a legend and hero to not only me, but a whole generation. That legend was Joe Strummer - born John Graham Mellor - and his band was The Clash.
On the News of the World happenings, my lawyer has given the police 14 days to disclose evidence they hold and if not he'll be asking why not? The lawyers representing the hackers have already offered me the compensation scheme, which we have rejected.
I have never owned John Lennon's tooth, and after the NME ran with that story it ended up on 245 different websites all over the world. As I said, it was a funny story, but not true!
On Thursday the Metropolitan Police got back in touch regarding the News of the World hacking saga. The next stage for me is travelling to see them at the end of the week. So far all the information I've been told is the numbers found on the notebook of some 'journalist', and subsequently recognised as being mine, along with a postcode, which I also recognised as mine! One of the numbers was my old answerphone number, so let's see where this now goes - I can see this getting interesting...
Alan McGee, the founder of Creation Records, has been told he could have had his phone hacked by News of the World. He was informed in a letter tha...
It turns out that my name has popped up in the News of the World phone hacking case and they are investigating as I type. In truth, I would have been gutted to think I wasn't worth at least a little hack! Imagine being deemed by the people at News of the World as not being in the the top 8,000 most interesting people? Joking aside, if the police confirm that I have indeed been hacked, I will still sue. The joke to me is that in the period they are talking about, whoever had the pleasure to get into my voicemail would have been faced with hour-long Courtney Love rambles about her new songs at 5am UK time.
A rotten tooth, said to belong to John Lennon, is going up for auction on Saturday. The cavity-ridden, discoloured molar is expected to raise £10,000...
I'd like to pay my respects and say R.I.P to Sir Jimmy Savile, who died on Saturday. I met him only once, weirdly, it was at a dinner at Chequers in October 1999. I was first to arrive that evening (sad but true) and I was standing talking to Tony Blair, who was rocking his Gap casuals. Anyway, who is the next guest to arrive, but Jimmy Savile. At that point I thought life is definitely getting surreal. Rock 'n' roll to the end, he spent the entire night trying with persistence to chat up my wife, Kate. He was a rock 'n' roller even in his 70s, a bit like my Dad. Actually, my Dad just does the rock 'n' roll, not the charity work.
My world today exists in Treadwells, not Hoxton Bar and Grill, and I would rather buy Liber Null than a CD. I apologise, actually I don't, but I never really believed in ''Indie'' or claimed that I did. I believed in The Beatles and Led Zeppelin, not the Rough Trade shop and Crass.
The weather has turned so beautifully autumnal - berry bright trees shimmer in golden light beaming across from the Welsh Black Mountains which smoulder in red and gold opposite our house.
After seven weeks of chasing my tail half way around the world I am finally in my house back home in my adopted country - Wales.
The bad side (of the internet) are the freaks. But you know even then they make me laugh with the advent of the keyboard gladiators. I have encountered all types through the online world, but there is one which even by my own weird adventures was the biggest freak I have ever met yet.
I am flying back to Tokyo overnight after five days in Australia giving a keynote speech and one DJ slot. By default setting, I managed to go from being a relatively unknown retired British rock'n'roll manager to some kind of enfant terrible and straight on to Australia's front pages.
I am currently onboard a plane on my way to Australia flying from Tokyo and can't sleep so I'm doing this blog.
