You know it's a sad day when your child looks at you and asks 'Daddy, are these organic?'

Cooking? Oh we were great, you'd take anything and melt cheese on it, and the one who could guess what it was didn't have to wash up!

‎What's the weather like? ... It's fierce mild!

You know what you are? You're a beard with an idiot hanging off it.

If you're talking about crowd enthusiasm, it varies. I have a decent following in Australia so I like there. I'm interested in playing everywhere.

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.

Adulthood feels like walking around in the desert with a bag over your head, being bumped into by people who rob you as they bore you.