When I was turning 28, I thought, ‘Shit, that sounds grown-up. What I am going to do?’ Then I saw a picture of me when I was nine wearing dungarees, and thought I should buy some. My friend then got me a pair of fairy wings, so I sat there on my 28th birthday in fairy wings and dungarees, and I’ve never been happier.
This is all a diversion tactic. Everyone is panicking about a track launch and Niall is fleeing the US with the constitution under one arm, that he stole while we were running around waving our hands over our heads