I'm sure your time in LA brought home that realness of Belfast because I thought LA was a kip, to be honest.

Massively.

Unbelievably.

Just some little things like you're driving down the street, you let someone in front of you.

and they don't even wave and they're like you cheeky bastard you know what I mean you hold the door for someone they don't say thank you there's so much I think LA is it's not the place for me it's not who I am it's not where I belong it's not where I would fit in I think I actually stand like sore thumb because you know things like that would anger me and I I don't like to hate my emotions.

I can if I need to, but I don't like to.

I like to be true to myself and true to whoever's around me.

Does that make sense?