When I had a real interest in religion was when I was taking a lot of drugs. You know, I was a junkie. I would wake up and need to score. And the first thing I would do is go to church. And I would sit through the entire service, listening to the priest rant on up there, and shake his hand on the way out. Then head up Portobello road to Golborne road. The dealers were just coming out, you know, at that time, and I could score and then go back to my flat, take the drugs and sort of go “There” you know? I’d do a little bit of good and little… and it’s a “what’s the problem?” type of thing. And I really felt, on some level, that I had a kind of workable balance in my life. I mean it was mad. When I met Susie… Susie was like “You’re uh… doing something really dangerous here, and life-threatening. I want you to vow to me that you’ll never go to church again.”
