"Back in the old days I would just be getting home round about now. In fact, Phil Lynott and I would have tanked a bottle of Smirnoff before we even put on our makeup. But having been shown the hooch equivalent of a red card sometime in the eighties - don't ask when, it's a blur - it's been a 6am rise ever since.

The band are rehearsing today. At least I think they're rehearsing. I don't really keep that close a watch on them. ‘Exploit from a distance', that's what I say. For one thing, it saves walking around with a clothes peg on my nose.

I heard the new material and apparently some of it's pretty good. This I know for a fact because one of the execs told me so. ‘Never trust your own judgement when others can judge for you,' that's what I say.

So I begin the day's business by glancing at some of the emails I get: the usual collection of losers looking to hang on to my coat tails, now that I can afford coat tails. Every no-talent muso within a thousand mile radius wants me. They're like moths at a great flame.

Let's face it: anybody can be in a band. The real talent is in management."

- George Lyttleton, Band Manager