Work hard, save and live within your means.

I'm quite lucky, because I've got a small, decorative concrete pig.

Aldous Huxley took the drug mescaline and then chronicled his experience in the book The Doors of Perception. Now, I don't actually think that's the first thing he wrote: he probably wrote 'my brain is melting' ten thousand times, but it was the book that the critics latched on to.

Talking of white supremacist violent types, I was in America, recently.

I tend to go through periods worrying, "Where am I going, I can't see a way out of this," and it becomes quite stressful. But sometimes you have to take a bet on yourself.

It's the augmented fourth, or diminished fifth, depending on your outlook on life.

But our country's equivalent of gritty reality is more like "Look out Sarge, he's got a shooter!"