Every problem solved is a problem made.

The reason there are so many gyms in London is because the amount of gay people who are here now.

I look at life like a big book and sometimes you get half way through it and go 'Even though I've been enjoying it, I've had enough. Give us another book.'

I've never thought about it before, but I suppose bad people might need someone to pray to, too.

The Web is the new book though, innit?

All fame is is having people you don't know coming up to you and saying, 'Hello.' I'm always polite and people are always nice, but it's weird.

How would I know which one I was?