I left Scotland when I was 16 because I had no qualifications for anything but the Navy, having left school at 13.

There is nothing like a challenge to bring out the best in man.

I don't understand if you get caught in a fight, but take it out on a room, how that implies some psychiatric disorder.

I can't afford to slow down, but I suppose it really depends. As long as there's enough enthusiasm, then one wants to continue.

I admit I'm being paid well, but it's no more than I deserve. After all, I've been screwed more times than a hooker.

I hope to work, support my children and die quietly without pain.

I take the good with the bad. I can't love people in slices.