Something tells me every win is going to be like this.

The man-to-man press (in the second half) was the key to getting those key 3s.

It never happened tonight. We never had that hot streak. I thought at the start of the third quarter, 'Here we go,' but we couldn't sustain it.

My idea of a good night has always been having a lovely meal and a proper conversation.

I hate alarms. If they go off I get really tetchy. I hate them. They just get me going, I'm hyper at the best of times, but they drive me mad.

I tell you there's some right rubbish on there. Some of those pictures aren't even me. They're people who they think are me but are actually American glamour models: horrendous!