When I was in the rehab, they told me that I should ditch some of my friends that I used to smoke weed and drink with. But, to be honest, they have been some of my strongest supporters. 

I was at the birthday party of one of them not so long ago and just as a joke, I got one of the others to pass me the spliff. So I’m sat there like that, holding this spliff, and the guy whose birthday it was looked at me, “What are you doing? What are you doing?”. 

You know, “I’m only holding it, here”. 

Some of my older friends would kill me if they thought I was smoking or drinking again. 

They’re the friends that support me through thick and thin. Friends that would do things for me without wanting something in return. 

I had a friend round at the weekend who put some shells up for me in the bathroom and put my TV onto a bracket on the wall. Didn’t want money or anything, just likes to help me. And this is the guy whose sofa I stayed on for two years. Two fucking years sleeping on his settee. God, we had some laughs.

So they’re happy for me. But some of them just aren’t ready to stop yet. That’s the thing. You have to be ready. You have to know that it’s time for you. 

I mean, I know people have gone through rehabs saying, ‘I’m doing it for the kids’. 

You can’t do it for your kids. You’ve got to do it for you and then it will benefit the kids.