I shout at the radio when someone starts talking over the end of a song. Shut up! I don't want to hear that the DJ has just found a mouldy sandwich in the corner of the studio. Nor do I like it when the magic of something you're watching is shattered by an advert for Argos.
“Happiness is your dentist telling you it won't hurt and then having him catch his hand in the drill.”
“I was extremely lucky. I had some huge crashes and yet I am still here, thanks to God.”