Gruff: "It's like a challenge to the Lord to show me a sign, otherwise I won't believe in him. Every time I sing it, I want him to send down lightening. It could be spectacular at gigs."

Gruff: "Stavros came into Bunf's life and it was a very beautiful moment for all of us, because we all loved Stavros. Funky hamster. He had special tricks where he would slide up chairs. I had a dream that Bunf had wired up his wheel to make electricity for his house, so I wrote a song about it, 'Fuzzy Birds.' But it dawned on me that it was also a song about the slave and the enslaver. And I think you can apply that to the worker and the employer, or the landlord and the tenant. It's a pop song about a psychedelic dream I had, but basically Stavros was shouting for more worker's rights."

Gruff: "There's a quote in it from George Foreman. He was asked, 'What did you spend all your money on?' and he said 'Slow horses and fast women.' It's about the downside. There's too many songs celebrating the upside of sex and drugs. Wine, sorry. There's a lot of trauma to be had by shagging and wine. If you drink loads of wine, you keep on repeating yourself, and if you shag a lot, you repeat yourself. Some sexual experiences are blissful, some are traumatic."

Gruff: "A record turned is turned into a frisbee that makes little kids chop the heads off little dolls"

Gruff: "In 1979, he was on the way to market to sell clothes with two mates. His two friends were walking to the car when they saw a white light picking Frankie into space - allegedly. So his friends, obviously, go to the police to say: look, a big white light has pinched our mate from his car, we are concerned - you know? The police said: we don't believe you, you are only market traders, we are convinced that you have murdered him. Lo and behold, 10 days later, Frank emerges from a cabbage field, fully intact, goes home. By this time his mates have been released, because they couldn't prove anything. Frank says, 'I've only been away half an hour.' He became a media celebrity."

Gruff: "Songs like 'Gathering Moss' are about doing absolutely fuck all for a year, rotting away, sitting on my sofa with my girlfriend, watching television. With little bits inbetween."

Gruff: "Gravity and how shit it is because it would be better if we w ere all floating...gravity just holds me back man."

Gruff: "Behaving badly in school and playing truant."

Gruff: "I just remember Daf turning up at my house one day wearing a shellsuit, and we all pissed ourselves. It wasn't even a half decent one like a Reebok or Nike. It was just a really shit sort of Freeman's catalogue load of rubbish. Within a week it was full of holes. The end would fall off a joint and burn a fucking great hole in it, cos shellsuits are really flammable. It took about a week for Daf's to start falling to bits. I'm amazed he didn't fucking burn himself alive, ya know."

Gruff: "Howard Marks, the greatest ever drug dealer in the history of the world, because he was right on for the CIA with the Welsh Language"

Gruff: "Being together with our fans, now and forever."