(After playing 'My Darling' by Ivor Cutler): Well if that's an example of Ivor Cutler's reality, just imagine what his dreams must be like.

(On the ridiculousness of choosing a best band ever) It's like saying which is better; Tuesday or a piece of string?

Some very bad trousers indeed.

The musical equivalent to those children's TV programmes where you make a model of the Battersea power station out of egg-boxes.

I often conduct an orchestra in my sleep; my orchestras are so huge that the back desks of the violas vanish into the horizon. And everything is so wonderful.

I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake.

Who sees the meaning of the flower uprooted in the ploughed field? The ploughman who does not look beyond its boundaries and does not raise his eyes from the g…