I think I'm like Marmite; you either love me or you hate me.

I'm a record collector. I'd spend all my pocket money on vinyl.

I know lots of people that take cocaine three nights a week and get up and go to work every day, no problem. But we never hear that side of the story.

You know what, my new mantra is this: ANT AND DEC. Ant and Dec. I might get their names tattooed on each wrist. Because they smile, and they never complain, and it seems to work for them and I wish I could be more like that.

I'm really convinced I`m not talented at all, and I'm sure that people are just about to figure that out.

I don't care what people think of me now, so why would I care when I'm dead?

I think people just probably don't want people to think that they're vain.