There is nothing better for me than to bring the bells in, in Scotland.

Ashley and I have a fantastic little girl. She's amazing and we both adore her. That's all we care about - our daughter.

I thought, if I do a movie, I may be rubbish at it. I know I'm good at music, though. And that's what pays my bills,

Ring out the old, ring in the new, Ring, happy bells, across the snow.

The bells themselves are the best of preachers, Their brazen lips are learned teachers, From their pulpits of stone, in the upper air, Sounding aloft, without crack or flaw, Shriller than trumpets under the Law, Now a sermon and now a prayer.

Hear the mellow wedding bells, Golden bells! What a world of happiness their harmony foretells Through the balmy air of night How they ring out their delight! From the molten golden notes, And all in tune What a liquid ditty floats To the turtle-dove that listens while she gloats On the moon!