Imagine that, a poncho sombrero combo, I'll be off my tits on happiness.

We got everythin' we need here. We got Baileys, creamy, and, um... everythin' good. I'll get ya another Baileys

That's the authentic punk dance. It's like a child dizzy on lemonade.

I'm going to name drop like an idiot now, but Bono rang me up once, right? I don't know how he got my number, but I, ever so stupidly, and obviously thought it was one of my mates mocking about. So I was like, "Yeah, whatever." And it was him, but I even went to him, "That's not even a good Irish accent!"

It's impossible to be unhappy while wearing a poncho!

People said, ‘You must be mad, or on drugs,’ which I found a bit disappointing. What about imagination? It reflects our time that people sooner assume you’re on drugs or mad, rather than free.

I've got it all in here ultra violets, flying saucers, strawberry bootlace come on get involved.