Sadly, my socks are like snowflakes, no two are exactly alike.

Mostly I've never let record companies become involved with my music, which was a very smart thing that my first manager Dave Robinson did, to keep them out of it.

When the mighty chains of darkness had me on the ropes, everyone said quit now, that's when I found hope.

If I could smoke from more than one orifice, I most certainly would.

I do not wanna write a song like 'Coathanger' so Andrew Breitbart can rage against me on his web site. It's not my idea of fun.

My Zombie apocalypse plan is simple but effective; I fully intend to die in the very first wave.

My dad isn't sure how I make a living because I'm not in the newspapers or on music shows any more. The world is bigger than England, however, but for the large part, yes, people don't know who I am. What are you gonna do? Unless you're a superstar act that attracts young people because it might be their last chance to see you before you die, then it's fairly typical. I'm astonished that I have any audience at all, to be honest.