Isn't it strange how someone can be both human and divine at the same time? I am referring, of course, to myself.

I would rather die then let my kids eat cup a soup.

Build gaps in your life. Pauses. Proper pauses.

Women's underwear section it's like Narnia's wardrobe for my erotic delights.

Maybe I'm not the gloaming witches smart, but at least I'm not our stupid liffey hamburger mongrels

At home I've got a very puerile, juvenile sense of humour.

My songs are my kids. Some of them stay with me, some others I have to send out, out to the war. It might sound stupid and it might even sound naive, but that's just the way it is.