It could be construed that the reason I wouldn't wish to live in England is the immigration explosion. And that's not true at all.

Whenever I go past McDonalds I get very, very angry.

Doing nothing gives me great pleasure. And believe me, I succeed wonderfully in it.

I am hated for loving. I am haunted for wanting.

I can get incredibly erotic about blotting paper.

The Internet has obviously wiped music off the human map - killed the record shop, and killed the patience of labels who consider debut sales of 300,000 to not be good enough.

I lost myself to music at a very early age, and I remained there.