Very. I love the fact that, after all these years, I can get back with these two guys I love to pieces and play the kind of punk we were playing at 16. We were reunited only fairly recently. It was a normal day and this letter popped through the mailbox asking if I'd like to meet up with the other members of my old band, The Plague. Now we're playing together. A record label wanted to put out our old singles. We found some recordings. The tapes were so old they had to bake the masters in a specialist oven just to get the sound off them.

We're fatter and balder, but the feeling's the same. There's no change on the inside and my guitar playing is still like Chuck Berry on steroids. Tonight, yes, OK, there were a few mistakes. The arthritis kicks in a bit, but the feel of the band is more important. We do have one song with lyrics that go, "I don't wanna be like Jimmy/Pushing 30 and looking silly." It's good to be able to sing those same words when I'm nearly 47.

The best Plague gigs were the ones that teetered on the precipice of chaos. It's still a bit like that. Gareth, who plays bass, is a successful estate agent now. I live in a beautiful village near Eastbourne. Happiness for me is not feeling as if I don't want to get up tomorrow, and I've got that these days. The Plague has transformed my life. We're not stopping. Why can't you be 46 and play punk?