A candid conversation with the red-hot british pop star and actor about rock'n'roll, politics, sex, love, old partners and fresh starts. When you're a skinny English kid with a name like Gordon Sumner, living near the docks in Newcastle, a poor coal and ship-building town, it's only natural to yearn for a little glamour, a little excitement. So, lugging your first guitar, your young wife and your new baby, you head off to London with a new name-they call you Sting, because you wear yellow-and-black pullovers-and form a rock'n'roll band. It's been written before...