What is the world coming to?

That is a question that I ask myself every day. What is the world coming to? I don't know. I suppose I better keep it nice and light. We're all eccentric in our own ways. My other favourite saying is 'the biggest contradiction came from one in itself' so I suppose that's what the world's coming to.

Is anything as good as they say it is?

I believe so. I do believe it's as good as you want it to be.

What smell do you hate?

I hate bad breath. It's just the most uncomfortable thing when you're trying to talk to someone and you're doing that thing where you're like [takes deep breath]. You know what I'm talking about when you actually have to hold your breath because you're talking to someone and their breath and teeth stink, you know what I'm saying?

Are you sad they couldn't turn the whale around, in the Thames?

Yeah, it is very sad. I'm not gonna talk about elephants or whales. I get in trouble!

What's the worst song you've ever written?

I wrote this one song once and it was really bad. It was when I first started writing and it was about death. It was very morbid. I had a sore throat when I was singing it so it was like [puts on trembly croak], "Losing someone special!" Every time I listen to it I cringe.

Which of your school teachers would you like to see again?

I'd like to see Mr __ again. Not that I'd like to see him again 'cause he was a complete wanker. But I'd like to see him again so I can do this [makes very rude finger gesture]. You can see me, I can't see you, ha ha!

What question do you hate being asked?

I hate being asked about 'my drunken antics'. I hate being asked anything that's in the press when it's all fabricated and you have to explain you shouldn't believe everything you read in the papers. You feel like a bit of an idiot trying to explain to someone that it's not really true, what they've read, then you're trying to explain the explanation for why that's in the paper. People just believe what they read so that can be annoying sometimes.
It's not everyone's fault because the papers do chat a load of shit. I dunno, fuck the fucking press. Sorry, shouldn't have said that.

Describe your perfect day.

That's a good one to end on. I'm a bit of a workaholic so I suppose the perfect day for me would be getting up in the morning, kissing a beautiful woman (or something else!). Having a beautiful breakfast, on a summer's day. Going for a walk, coming back, go down the studio, lay down a track then go out to a club. That would be my perfect day.

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