Prove to me that you're no fool Walk across my swimming pool.

September is my favourite month, particularly in Cornwall. I felt, even as a child, that if you get a wonderful day in September, you think: This could be one of the last, the summer is nearly over. If you get a wonderful day in May, you think: So what, theres more coming.

Digital is a disaster. No digital radio has the correct time and they don't even agree with each other.

Now I'm where I want to be and who I want to be and doing what I always said I would and yet I feel I haven't won at all. Running for my life and never looking back in case there's someone right behind me shoot me down and say he always knew I'd fall. When the crazy wheel slows down where will I be? Back where I started.

I hate doing interviews. I get really bored talking about me.

Why are you obsessed with fighting? Stick to fishing from now on!

See my eyes - are they safe? Are they even sane?

Listen Jesus to the warning I give. Please remember that I want us to live. But it's sad to see our chances weakening with every hour. All your followers are blind, too much heaven on their minds. It was beautiful, but now it's sour. Yes, it's all gone sour.

We all dream a lot - some are lucky, some are not. But if you think it, want it, dream it, then it's real. You are what you feel.