The fine arts thing at college was always too much for me to think about. What I was more involved in was being successful at arts school.

I seem to have spent a little less time painting than I might've done.

You only have to read the lines of scribbly black and everything shines.

If I'd stayed at college I would have become a teacher.

That's all I wanted to do as a kid. Play a guitar properly and jump around. But too many people got in the way.

I think of me being a painter eventually.

And what exactly is a dream and what exactly is a joke?