by Andy Taylor
As I stand on the balcony of our villa, looking out across the sun-drenched hills, Tracey is inside fixing up a cup of tea. We have four lovely children and a strong marriage that has survived twenty-five years of constant pressure. Below me is the courtyard where I smashed a beer bottle against the wall following my row with Simon Le Bon. Things are peaceful here now and I’m at peace with myself. So I’ll return to the question I asked at the beginning of the book while I was tossing and turning in that sweaty hotel room after Live Aid. Was the roller-coaster ride all worth it? The answer is a resounding yes. Sure, there were plenty of lows (like the time I fell in that bloody lagoon) but life is a series of ups and downs and we all have to choose our paths as we see fit at the time. I don’t hold any grudges against anyone in Duran Duran. Why should I? Maybe if there’d been fewer lows there wouldn’t have been so many highs, so you learn to take the rough with the smooth. I can honestly say that even if I had to do it all over again I don’t think I would change a thing.
Well, maybe next time I’ll give a miss to swallowing all that elephants’ piss . . .
