Reality depresses me. I need to find fantasy worlds and escape in them.

I did work in a bakery for one day. But the boss went off and when he came back I was lying on the floor eating cakes.

Never try and go on a solo mission on your own.

No means yes in grasshopper language.

When I was a little kid I wanted to be Face. I thought, cos I had blond hair and he did too, that when I grew up I'd look like him.

When I'm 70 I might be a man in a park just wandering around, speaking in tongues with kids throwing bread at me.

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