Do you ever wonder if the kitchen's of the rich and famous are as messy and disorganised as ours? Does Elton John's grill perennially smoke up when he's got bacon on? Does Keith Richards curse when taking the bin out because Mick Jagger has gone and bought the cheap bin bags again? In this picture I explore the possibility of whether U2's The Edge has a messy 'odds and sods' drawer like most of us all do.
Imagine if the public figures we idolise because of how cool they are turned out to have secret hobbies that were dead nerdy or 'square'? I love the idea of Rock Gods walking off stage and heading to the nearest railway station to go train spotting, or glamorous sporting heroes finishing a vital game then racing off to play Dungeons and Dragons.
Bands spend lots of hours hanging out together, especially when rehearsing for a tour or writing a new album, I'm pretty sure that time must drag. In this picture I put forward what life must be like round at ZZ Top's house when it's a wet miserable Sunday afternoon. How would they entertain themselves?
Life post-overdose had a different intensity to it - I couldn't run from my struggle anymore. I couldn't keep stuff shoved down and carry on regardless. I couldn't neglect my needs because saving myself after overdosing (I called the ambulance) was cementing a promise to myself - I was going to do this.
She is articulate and assertive, and she can dispatch a determined opponent with a withering glance and stinging retort. She straddles a corner of European politics and commands respect from adversaries and allies alike. This isn't Nicola Sturgeon or Angela Merkel, but another strong and popular stateswoman - Arlene Foster.
I sometimes sit and let my imagination run wild when playing Beatles tracks on Absolute Radio - I wistfully stare out of the studio window and try to transport myself back to when the song was written and wonder what went on. I'd love to have been a fly on the wall during those legendary Abbey Road recording sessions.