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The Black Grape frontman, 55, on fatherhood and family life, coping with panic attacks and the truth about UFOs
I left school without knowing my alphabet. By age 13 I was working on a building site with my mates. It was a different world in Manchester back then. Dinner time was watching strippers in the pub. Bernard Manning would come in and tell some jokes.
The Happy Mondays were different to everything else. If anything started to sound familiar we’d scrap it. We’d be on to something great and then go: “Wait a minute, that sounds like Echo and the Bunnymen – get rid of that.”