“This writer, he was going on about the lyrics to "Champagne Supernova", and he actually said to me: ‘You know, the one thing that’s stopping it being a classic is the ridiculous lyrics.’ And I went: ‘What do you mean by that?’ And he said: ‘Well, Slowly walking down the hall, faster than a cannonball — what’s that mean?’ And I went: ‘I don’t fucking know. But are you telling me, when you’ve got 60,000 people singing it, they don’t know what it means? It means something different to every one of them.”

“Those who don't say what they mean will live and die by their own sword.”

“Listen to me. I don’t know what’s going on. I don’t know what any of this means. But I know this much. It doesn’t matter. You’re not one of them. You never were. You’re not theirs. You’re mine.”

“Because you actually might not know what activities truly engage your attention and satisfy you, he says, it can be helpful to keep a diary of what you do all day and how you feel while doing it. Then, try to do more of what's rewarding, even if it takes an effort, and less of what isn't. Where optimal experience is concerned, he says, "'I just don't have the time' often means 'I just don't have the self-discipline.”

“I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my Mum. I know I've got Irish blood because I wake up everyday with a hangover.”

“It means you got your glow on." He smiled, hovering right alongside me. "It means you're on your way.”

“next up was my spiritual home of liverpool.great show.magnificent crowd.they never let you down those scousers.while im at it let me say i am writing this on the day that THE TRUTH has finally been exposed about the hillsborough disaster.respect to all the familys of the 96 for exposing the lies of thatchers government.with hand on heart i salute you.xxxxxx”