I suppose I do get sad, but not for too long. I just look in the mirror and go, 'What a f***ing good-looking f*** you are.' And then I brighten up.
If I like something, I get it and I put it on.
I didn't always want to be a dad.
I know how to behave but sometimes I can't be bothered.
The idea of sitting at home, not making music, just makes me want to throw up.
She can't even chew gum and walk in a straight line, let alone write a book.