There is someone for everyone, i'nt there. That's always my thing. And it's reassuring I think.

The cafe was called Tattoos. The fella who owned it didn't have any tattoos... but we never saw his wife.

They've found this spider, in the jungle. Three foot long, it eats chicken. Bit weird, innit. People moan saying that you shouldn't lock animals up and all the rest of it, but to be honest I wish it was locked up. The idea that it's roaming in a jungle... get it locked up.

You don't have to do it straight away, but just do it before it gets really bad.

It's like the panda, they say that's dying out. But what do they do? When you see them they're just sitting in the jungle eating.

My brain's just full of passwords.

Normally you can't hear you're own voice because you're talking over it.