Americans want grungy people, stabbing themselves in the head on stage. They get a bright bunch like us, with deodorant on, they don't get it. I'm 24 years old, I've got a load a money, what am I gonna do, sit at home and twiddle me thumbs? No. I'm gonna go out and 'ave it.

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.

Every time I look in the mirror, God looks back.

I'll never have a stylist.

Discipline? I don't know the meaning of the word.

It gets better and better being me.

Once the music gets in you, it doesn't leave you.