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

I know by now you think I should have straightened myself out - Thank you, drop dead!

This position I've held ... it pays may way and it corrodes my soul.

Does the body rule the mind or does the mind rule the body? I dunno.

Denmark is sadly a hellish place if you happen to be a pig, but the brioche and fruits that tower on the table before me have me hastily attaching a feedbag.

I once bought a Manchester United hat, which I think was 12 shillings, and somebody ran up behind me and pulled it off and just ran ahead. I thought, 'It's a very cruel world, I'm not prepared for this'. And I decided to get my revenge on society.

It's so shameful of me: I like you.