I grew up having to piss in a bucket ’cos there was no indoor shitter, and now I have these computerised Japanese super-loo things that have heated seats and wash and blow-dry your arse at the touch of a button. Give it a couple of years and I’ll have a bog with a robot arm that pulls out my turds, so I don’t have to strain.

Destiny planned out, I don't need no hand out.

Pink Floyd was music for rich college kids, and we were the exact f**king opposite of that.

Nobody tells me f-k all!

I used to fantasize that Paul McCartney would marry my sister.

All rehab can do is tell you what’s wrong with you and then suggest ways for you to get better.

I like the word f-k. F-king deal with it and move on to the first f-king question you have.