When I was four I read the story of horton hears a who and I cried. I wanted to eat that elephant.

It's a fine line between writing something with genuine emotional impact and turning into little idiots feeling sorry for ourselves and playing stadium rock.

How come I end up where I started How come I end up where I belong... You used to be alright What happened?

At the KFC there's, lot of black people there innit *laughs*

I often fake my death and then just show up at people's houses. They say 'that's a good one Thom' but I know maybe they don't really think it's a funny joke.

I bought a blimp just so I could get a bunch of wankers excited over nothing, what did you do with your weekend?

I'd go onstage doing this thing, trying to fill this arena that I can't fill because I don't understand what this is. It's like you're given a job that's beyond you. And it's taken me years to realize what works in those big situations.