I was about 18 six years ago. I'm 28 now.

Boxing is the toughest and loneliest sport in the world. You've got all the fans, lots of hangers-on jumping up and shouting different words. But when you actually go in the ring, it's a very lonely and scary place. It's just you and the other guy.

The colors I use may clash or vibrate against one another but this is done intentionally.

My head has got regrets, but I haven't.

If you say you've had a nervous breakdown or things aren't right mentally, people run away from you. They think you're from 'One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest,' you know.

I still get invitations from all over Europe to speak at dinners, and it's an honour that promoters and charities can use me to create income.

Mental illness can happen to anybody. You can be a dustman, a politician, a Tesco worker... anyone. It could be your dad, your brother or your aunt.