I Hate Mourinho. He's A Fool.

You Can't Afford To Think About What Might Have Been. You Just Be Aware Of What Is.

All I Would Like To Say Is That I'm Rich And You're Not.

It Took Me To About Maybe 16, 17 Or 18 Or Something To Realise I Was Absolutely Useless At Everything Else Except For Playing Guitar And Writing Words

I Can Make Going To The Dry-cleaners Last An Entire Day, And The Dry Cleaners Might Be 150 Yards From My Front Door. You Might Find It Hard To Believe, But I Am Bone-idle Lazy.

We Need Each Other, We Believe In One Another, And I Know We're Gonna Uncover, What's Sleepin' In Our Soul...