Every now and again I need to get away from everything. I'm quite a hidey-hole kind of a guy.

I can find every jacket under the sun that I like. But I cannot find trousers cut the way I want them. They're all really tight at the bottom. Nobody does a boot cut on a trouser leg. It drives me crazy.

I learn fast and I take note of what I've been told.

I'm in this absolutely gorgeous manor house with acres of quite beautiful countryside. I've got trout in the river, an organic vegetable garden, I've got my work 40 yards from my home. I don't mind being criticised, but where are they criticising from? Which hut are they criticising me from, exactly?

I consider myself very lucky indeed to have had the career I have. I listen to the radio now and you can't tell artists apart.

I am quite fussy about clothes.

The ability to last more than six minutes - isn't that what all men want?