I’m just going start inventing words and then tell people that’s what we call it in England.
Of all the things I could be called, on the phone is my least favourite.
My reaction to most music that has been released in the last ten years is “what did they just say?”
Yes, I’m English.
No, I can’t speak British to you.
No, I don’t know the Queen.
No, I don’t want a spot of tea.
“Hello, my name’s Drew and I’m an addict”
“Sir, this is a cheese counter”
Interviewer: where do you see yourself in 5 years?
Me: In a mirror! Well any reflective surface really, windows, shiny cars, puddles…
Do you remember when the most annoying thing on the Internet was a dancing baby?
Yeah, good times
Getting your shit together just sounds unsanitary
You look dirty, so does your toaster maybe you should both go for a bath… I’ll draw it
Listen mate, the only rapture I’m interested in was sung by Debbie Harry