I like a drink, mate. I'll have maybe 10 or 12 pints on a good night out.

All this cuddling and kissing on stage these days, well it's all right in football when someone scores a goal, but not when you're playing darts.

I don't read books.

I love cheese and biscuits, the stronger the better.

I play a lot of charity golf mainly. I'm a bandit 18 if I play two or three times a week.

It's all right buying all these good players but they've got to gel, and that takes time.

My dad was an Arsenal supporter and he used to take me there, but I've always been Chelsea.

Nah, I don't watch TV either, apart from a few sports programmes. I just don't have the time.

The Crafty Cockney had a picture of the owner dressed up as a copper, so I brought it home, wore it on TV and the name just stuck.

You can't drink too many otherwise you can't see what you're throwing at.

You eat when you're hungry, and I'm not normally hungry in the mornings.

I remember when we were in the World Cup in Australia and I had to win the singles against Tony Payne, best of seven legs, to win it. I was 2-0 down but ended up beating him 4-2.

I've got a nice little crafty deal with the people in Barbados; 10 days out there teaching the locals how to play darts for an hour a day. Get paid for that as well.

It took me about 10 years to get rid of. I'm all right now, though, lovely, I'm throwing some nice darts at the moment, but every now and then I get a bit of a jump. I wish I could find a cure, I'd make a bloody fortune.

Trouble is, I don't get to play a lot at the moment because I've just signed a contract where I've got to do 200 shows a year in pubs, so the golf's fallen away a bit.