I need them, need them to give me a kick up the arse. Otherwise I'd just be sat-in getting fat, counting me money. It's good people living on your doorstep and looking through your bins. Gives you energy.
I've got to be by trees, otherwise I get claustrophobic.
Americans want grungy people, stabbing themselves in the head on stage. They get a bright bunch like us, with deodorant on, they don't get it.
I don't like jeans with holes in 'em. I like 'em faded.
I was walking along and this chair came flying past me, and another, and another, and I thought, man, is this gonna be a good night.
There's no rules. Show me the rule book.
I'll never have a stylist.
