The problem is, I don't think I've got too much to offer at the minute. I'm busy working on myself. This sounds like real therapy talk, but it's like, you've got to be happy with yourself before you can go out and get yourself a girl.

Don't throw me teddy-bears, I'm 23! I'm a man! Throw me condoms or money! Paper, not coins.

I've nothing against anyone following their dreams - but not if they're crap.

I'm quite open to the fact that I might be a tinfoil-hat freak

Inside me there is a fat man dying to get out.

I come from the tradition of a big Irish family that loves to sing. I love to perform.

What was I like? I had a high-pitched voice. Sounded a bit like a girl. Spoke with a Stoke accent, tremendously naive. Overconfident. Tremendously overconfident. And underconfident at the same time - really, really bad combination! Gets you places, though.