I didn't always want to be a dad.
I live for now, not for what happens after I die.
Discipline? I don't know the meaning of the word.
I need them, need them to give me a kick up the arse. Otherwise I'd just be sat-in getting fat, counting me money. It's good people living on your doorstep and looking through your bins. Gives you energy.
She can't even chew gum and walk in a straight line, let alone write a book.
I don't know what any of my songs are about. I don't sit down to write about anything. They're about whatever you want. I don't pick subjects. I just start.