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

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.

I started to work up in my old bedroom, playing, writing songs, and it somehow came to me that I could introduce soul music. Nobody seemed to be doing that.

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

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.

Some people are in charge of pens who shouldn't be in charge of brooms.

Oh, man, pop singers are terrible actors. We're all bad.