Ever since I've been 16, 15, that's all I've been doing: playing darts.

All this cuddling and kissing on stage these days, well it's all right in football when someone scores a goal, but not when you're playing darts.

I was 15 when I got my first job as a proofreader for an advertising agency in the City, earning £12 a week. But by then, I was already playing darts tournaments every weekend, regularly winning the £50 first prize. By the time I was 16 and winning two or three contests a weekend, I ditched the agency job and concentrated on darts.

Hopefully I've given something back to darts, which has been brilliant to me. Hopefully I made it a bit popular when I first started; I was part of the breakaway, and I also created a monster, so I think I've done a little bit.

I was born at the right time. I was a freak - the only young player when darts took off in the 1970s.

Mark my words, Michael Van Gerwen will knock Phil Taylor off his perch one day and be the best darts player on the planet.