I have this horrible, horrible habit of going on YouTube and checking out comments about what I do.

I have earned hundreds of thousands of pounds, but I can't seem to get to grips with money.

It seems like the older I get, the more unreal the world becomes.

I've paid the price; I definitely have a reputation that precedes me, and there is a camp that plots my demise. But then again... it's funner that way.

There's no life without humour. It can make the wonderful moments of life truly glorious, and it can make tragic moments bearable.

Putting all of my time In learning to care And a bucket of rhymes I threw up somewhere Want a locket of who Made me lose my perfunctory view Of all that is around And of all that I do.

My cheeks explode when I smile. Thats why I have to look so nonplussed.