Look At His Face. I

If You Covered A Broom Handle With Oil And Shoved It Up My Arse, Then Put Me On A Trampoline, In A Lift, I Could Write A Better Song On The Walls.

If I Hadn't Done This I Might Have Ended Up Digging The Roads.

You Achieve The Surreal Jokes Through The Realism By Making It Elastic.

I'm Just Trying To Understand What's Around Me As Much As Anyone Else Is, Really. To Draw A Bead On A Moving Target.

I'm Really Not Big On Nationalism, To Be Honest With You. I Really Don't Think It Gets People Anywhere Except Near A Pile Of Dead Bodies. I'm Irish, Yeah, But I Don't Need To Get Up On A Soapbox About It.