Punk Is Like Looking At A Mirror.

Having A Birthday Cake Squashed Into Your Face By Young Kids? Delicious. I Always Don A Santa Suit At Christmas. Remaining Childish Is A Tremendous State Of Innocence.

I'm Not Limited To Categories Or Genres. Anything Human Beings Come Up With Fascinates Me. If A Three-legged Idiot Like Me Can Dance To It, Then That's All Well And Fine.

It's Volatile, The Marriage. Which One Isn't? Nothing Better Than A Good, Full-on Row. Get It All Out. Say Rude And Nasty Things. And Then Be Sorry. Genuinely Sorry, Afterwards.

I Always Feel Like A Bit Of An Outsider Myself, But As A Working Class Lad, The System Was Always Against Me. The British System Itself And Then Of Course All The Illnesses That Were Challenging To Me.

My Reputation Is A Media Creation.