I do miss the social aspect of sitting in a pub with a pint but you know what when I get down to it I never went for a pint. I went to a pub to get f**ked up. If it was just going for a pint that would be ok but once I start I just can't stop.

I'd rather look good in my coffin than bad in my coffin.

There's no present, there's no future, I don't even know about the past.

The Beatles. I didn't like the first couple of songs, but when I heard "She Loves You', it was like something went off in my head.

Thank God for the bomb. Nuke ya, nuke ya.

Killing a pig for a good old fry-up is one thing. But there's no excuse for being cruel, even if you're a bored teenage kid.

There are no unbeatable odds, there are no believable gods.