I'll Never Have A Stylist.

I Find Words Really Hard.

You've Either Got It Or You Haven't.

I Need Them, Need Them To Give Me A Kick Up The Arse. Otherwise I'd Just Be Sat-in Getting Fat, Counting Me Money. It's Good People Living On Your Doorstep And Looking Through Your Bins. Gives You Energy.

I Was Brought Up Catholic. Then I Had A Joint And Looked At The World Differently.

I Definitely Prefer To Be In A Band. There's Too Many Solo People, And Bands Are Suffering. There's Too Many Great Bands That Have Split Up Because Somebody's Got An Ego, And Then He Goes Solo.