I know all we're doing is travelling without moving. Speed freak faster than a speedin' bullet, slow down. If I don't, I might just lose it, locked up. You've got me honey, locked up under heavy brakin', yeah. You know I've got to hang on, drive too fast, I might be last.

I'm not gonna give the British Government the joy of keeping taxing me. They don't tax art. And all my cars are just a collection of art.

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

I have to thank my mum for kicking me out at 16 and making me stand on my own two feet - that's how I got here.

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

I am a bit old-school.

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.