Fame is being asked to sign your autograph on the back of a cigarette packet.

I sometimes look at myself, I'm sitting with a biro and a cigarette packet, desperately scrawling dribble on it. And sometimes I put down my fag pack and think, what am I, a grown man, doing at this hour of the night? Then I banish that thought, pick the fag pack up again.

I went to one AA meeting and I got asked for an autograph.

Did your mother never tell you not to drink on an empty head?

Once you become successful, people know where you live, the type of house you live in, the kind of car you drive, the clothes you wear, and so it would be patronising to go and talk like a welder. Welding's a mystery to me now. You can't go back, your life changes every day.

Don't tell me how to do my job. I don't come to your workplace and tell you how to sweep up.