Robert Smith is a whingebag.
All of us, ultimately, we're not that interesting, when it comes down to it.
When they bury me in a church and chuck earth on my grave, I'd like the words 'Well, at least he tried' engraved on my tombstone.
Doing nothing gives me great pleasure. And believe me, I succeed wonderfully in it.
I used to dream, and I used to vow; I wouldn't dream of it now.
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.