When I was a kid, the world was such a big place, and I had no idea that I would be afforded these great moments in between doing what I love to do.

There's a constant conflict, really, within me. As much as I really enjoy what I do at home... I play on my own little soccer team and I've been taking part in the community and living the life of any ordinary guy, I always find myself wistful and enveloped in a feeling I can't really get out of my system.

You feel quite distant by playing at huge stadiums year after year, where you only can see a great darkness in front of you

Six months go by very quickly when you're a genius.

I like to make my voice sound like a piece of tin that's been stuck on the side of a chair, lifted up as far as it would go and then let to spring - "doooiiinng." I like to make it into a piece of metal from time to time and I can do it, both with the movements in my throat and with, uh, my little toys... So I like to take it beyond just a voice, more into the realms of a weapon.

I'm able to actually choose places to go which have intrigued me for the last god knows how many years, and Tasmania's always been one of those places.

I've still got a twinkle in me.