No one comes up to me asking for a crack dealer's number. People come up to me to talk about lyrics, about music, about the band.

You want to dance. You want to sing. Yeah, that feeling, of course, is beyond recollection really.

The world that surrounded me disgusted me so I chosen to invent one of my own.

I’m vain because I’m imperfect.

I've learnt that there's nothing in my day to day life or anything that I do that is in any way aimed at changing how I'm perceived or how I'm presented; it's completely impossible.

I’m not saying that maybe there isn’t a kid out there whose behavior hasn’t been influenced by me in some way. I’m sure there is. But I can only speak for myself, and if you’d asked if my behavior had ever been affected by people I’d admired from afar, like musicians or footballers, that’d be a yes, totally.

When inspiration and emotions are sudden, and you can truly capture something, then, yeah, of course it feels good. But when you’re stunted, and you’re having trouble expressin’ yourself, then obviously it doesn’t. So it’s never constant.