I Love The Beatles. What More Can

I Live For Now, Not For What Happens After I Die.

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.

Discipline? I Don't Know The Meaning Of The Word.

I Suppose I Do Get Sad, But Not For Too Long. I Just Look In The Mirror And Go, 'what A F***ing Good-looking F*** You Are.' And Then I Brighten Up.