I'd be a very easy therapist's subject.

In my life, I have made the occasional catastrophic choice, and it's just a case of moving on and learning from it.

I thought I was God's gift to mankind and the greatest Irishman since George Best.

Spoilt is a euphemism for loved.

I never forget that I'm extremely fortunate.

I didn't much like Las Vegas. The noise of the place and the whole 24-hour, 'let's play the slot machines all night' culture of the place just left me cold.

I feel old and vulnerable. I now realise that I knew nothing and know nothing, but back when my career was beginning, I thought I was a man when, in fact, I was a dewy-eyed boy who'd not seen an avocado or eaten a tomato.