that is the preview of a brilliant career.
Full name: Seán Hugh McGinley (or in Irish: Seán Aodh Mac Fhionnlaigh)
Real name: Imperial grand master of penguins (except those ugly skinny ones)
Do you remember the 1980s?: Mainly odd childhood memories like my houdini act of getting out of my cot and wandering round the house tipping paint on the carpet and giving my mum regular heart attacks. Musically, yes, the radio from my parent's room playing music that left me emotionally scarred for life, probably the reason that I turned out such a freak.
Least compatible starsign: Starsign my arse! The only thing above that concerns me are the evil pigeons that shit on me.
What's for dinner tonight?: Good question, usually answered by a look inside the fridge, could be anything really, I like surprises.
What did your mum make of your fame?: Well, I try not to get carried away, and fail miserably, I try to apprecciate my fans but when there's so many it's a bit difficult to return their unfailing adoration.
Does your passport request or demand?: Don't get that one, all you need to know about my passport is that it was issued in 1993 and is valid for 10 years so I'm stuck with a pic of me as a 12-year-old until I'm 22.
What is the cost of 15 balls at $0.85 each?: 15 balls = 7.5 male prostitutes = $12.75 (is that the hourly rate? Bloody hell, you sure get value for money in New Zealand! I suppose the cheap competition from the sheep forces them to drop their prices)
I buy 3 lettuces at 85 cents each and 4 kg of carrots at 40c per kg. What do I pay?: You pay nothing if you can run faster than the security guard.
So, Matthew, what inspired 'Composition-Improvisation number 1'?: A passionate threesome with a sheep and a penguin. I always keep a pen and paper beside the bed.
If there was a public execution on TV, would you watch it?: Depends on who it was.
Can you urinate in front of another person?: If desperate enough yes, I have been known to urinate on a street while in the company of female friends. I was extremely drunk and extremely desperate, it must be said.
Have the charts gone down the toilet?: Yes, the only question is, were they not always there?
Are the Bloodhound Gang being nice to you?: We've got a mutual non-aggression pact which I believe is being violated by their constant invasion of my TV set. I think this causes for massive military retaliation.
How do you feel about the success of Blink 182?: I feel sorry for their mothers.
Last time you played London, you told the audience about the cyst on Adam's bollocks. Why?: The public has a right to know. Such things can spread nasty diseases to unwitting sheep who can't see what's going on behind them.
What's been the most rock'n'roll event of your career so far?: Sharing a chat and a drink with Euros from Gorky's when he was stoned.
Are you an 'it'-girl?: Absolutely.
Recording on lo-fi was certainly a bold move on your part. How did the idea come to you?: During a passionate threesome with an eel and an axolotl. I always keep a pen and paper beside the swimming pool.
What would happen if you dug a tunnel through the centre of the earth?: The laws of physics dictate that would be bounced to and fro around the earth's core while being fried.
Why can't Americans spell 'centre'?: For the same reason they can't spell 'colour', perhaps? They're descended from the UK's rejects.
If you could be one electrical appliance, what would it be?: The hairdryer in Britney Spears' bathtub.