On one level, going bust didn't bother me. It was the 80s, and there wasn't the stigma about bankruptcy that you might think. My mates weren't bothered. My dad was in business.. he knew that it happened, too. He loaned me the money to bail me out, and I got a loan from the bank to pay him back.

Good is not enough. You've got to be great.

It simply works. You do it twice a year. Who cares? And it balances my smoking and drinking.

That was extraordinary. Unfortunately, extraordinarily bad.

Rules equal boredom, and I don't like that.

I like spaghetti bolognese, I like baked beans on toast. I hate French food. I hate fancy food.

Harshness to me is giving somebody false hopes and not following through. That's harsh. Telling some guy or some girl who've got zero talent that they have zero talent actually is a kindness.