I really hate those Internet freaks who take each thirty minute bundle of joy and turn it into a cult game of Where's Wally.

We dwell amid pinheaded weasels who know only timid, the generic and the abacus.

When Rioch came to Millwall we were depressed and miserable. He's done a brilliant job of turning it all around. Now we're miserable and depressed.

To be extraordinarily happy and to have no concern for money drives some people nuts.

May we now all rise and sing the eternal school hymn: "Attack. Attack. Attack Attack Attack!"

If the misery of the poor be caused not by the laws of nature, but by our institutions, great is our sin.

Memory blurs, that's the point. If memory didn't blur you wouldn't have the fool's courage to do things again, again, again, that tear you apart.

I never bought a man who wasn't for sale. -W.A. Clark, ascribed

I used to be a wicked disco guy.

An Englishman will fairly drink as much As will maintain two families of Dutch.

I believe that misconceptions about oneself that one does not correct where possible act as a bad magic.

We must talk about how sexism and patriarchy operate in conjunction with state violence. Until we're honest about that, and do something to resist, we're complicit in the persistence of oppression.

A crime is a crime irrespective of the birth marks of the criminal.

Guess if you can, choose if you dare.

My preference is 3,000, maybe 5,000-seat venues.