I'm organised in some ways, but not in others.
You know, just sometimes, in between the first cigarette with coffee in the morning to that four hundredth glass of cornershop piss at 3am, you do sometimes look at yourself and think...This is fantastic. I'm in heaven.
Shame is one of the greatest aphrodisiacs in the world, anyway, built into religion.
I'm not a fighter, I'm a bleeder.
I think a lot of the time you just parody yourself.
You exaggerate your own reactions.