I don't have a Rolls. I don't have a jet. That's not me.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I don't eat anything on an airplane.
If you're embarking around the world in a hot-air balloon, don't forget the toilet paper.
My dad made these dough balls and covered them up with a cloth in front of a gas fire, which was stuck on a wall. They were rising. In my head, I think they were the best rolls I've ever had. If there was a starting point for me, that was it.
When you're on a roll, you want to stay busy - you want to keep that momentum going.
I'm inspired by people who keep on rolling, no matter their age.
I have yet to meet a carnivore who doesn't love a sausage roll.
I'm not trying to hide from my past. I want to roll in it. Like a dog, rolling in feces, I'm rolling in the feces of my greatest hits - that's a bit of a wild way of looking at it, but I am a man, and we do like rolling in our own feces at times.
I can loop my tongue into multiple rolls.
Every time I have a hit, I buy a Rolls.
I've never flown a kite.