The Day I Run Out Of Ideas

If You Were To Look Back At Me As A School Kid You'd See A Very Quiet Little Church Mouse Kind Of Character.

Anybody Who Says, "look, John, I'm A Politician. Don't Believe A Word I Say," Is A Friend Of Mine.

I'm Not One For Like Soul-searching, Sour Fizzy Moments. I Come From The School Of Hard Knocks, "f**king Get On With It", That's It.

It's A Loser's Emblem (swastika), Because The Nazis Lost The War. It's Ridiculous To Suggest We Are Involved With Fascists. All My Best Friends Are Black, Gay, Irish Or Criminals.

You're Made To Feel Ugly, And I Made Ugly Beautiful. Just By Sheer Persistence. Nobody Has The Right To Say That I Am Ugly, And I Will Not Be A Professional Victim, You Know. Sorry!