Being a lad is what I'm about.

Not everyone can say, 'I'm going to write a classic today.' If that was the case, we'd all be doing it.

I'm into the girls fancying me and stuff, mad for it.

I don't like jeans with holes in 'em. I like 'em faded.

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.

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.