The Smiths are never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever going to reunite - ever.

I'm just happy being dumpy. Dumpy, fat and middle-aged.

Whoever says the Smiths have split shall be severely spanked by me with a wet plimsoll.

It was probably nothing, but it felt like the world.

I can chase you, and I can catch you, but there is nothing I can do to make you mine.

The fire in the belly is essential, otherwise you become Michael Buble - famous and meaningless.

I lie a lot - it's really useful.