People see me, and they see the suit, and they go: "you're not fooling anyone", they know I'm rock and roll through and through. But you know that old thing, live fast, die young? Not my way. Live fast, sure, live too bloody fast sometimes, but die young? Die old. That's the way- not orthodox, I don't live by "the rules" you know.

No one wants to see cool people doing brilliantly. I want to see the struggle. That's the fun bit.

Do this or you’ll burn in hell.

Sometimes I'll be confident and go into a shop and say, "Hello, yeah, all right," and then the next day, if someone looks at me or talks to me, I just don't know what to do. If you're walking down the street with a baseball cap, you might be fine. But if you're in a pub and you see someone look at you, you think the worst thing in the world now is if they come over. It's a really weird feeling.

The only reason I work out is so I can eat more cheese.

You now have the least amount of time you've ever had, to do everything you've ever wanted to do. Enjoy your life. You only get one

I don't do anything for the money.