It's an admission of cowardice. Somehow who respected themselves on any real level would never say something so pathetic for fear of being laughed aftwards, even if it were true. They'd make up some bullshit like "Ahh you know, I was addicted to Flann o Brien and Kevin Barry growing up, and I love a bitta Dan Brown aswell" or something to that effect, and just leave it at that. To admit that you don't give a fuck about the medium of storytelling in that way, is to admit that (at this point in time) you don't see yourself as contributing anything worthwhile to it. You're just pissing around, killing time. It doesn't matter that Russell Brand or whoever else said something nice on the cover, the point is, you yourself are still shucking off the responsibility of taking yourself seriously. You're just waiting to hear what others are saying and then using that as your defense to assure yourself that what you're doing is indeed good, even if you don't inwardly feel like it's as good as it (or you) actually could be.
Instead, he's going "Ah well, you know, I'm basically kind of a loser who'll probably never do something genuinely exciting, because to do so would be take on too much responsibility, and giving you a half-baked answer saves me the trouble of ever having to worry about things like self-actualization, and knowing how far I might actually have gone, and how much of a difference I might have made, if there was something hanging between my legs other than two sceartaín's and a half melted freeze pop, mr. interviewer, sir!
I know this because it's a feeling I can relate well enough to myself, having brushed aside a lot of my responsibilities for most of my life. Sadly, life, as I've discovered, and the apparent powers that be seem to have other plans for me regardless of what I'd have liked to have done with myself.( probably spent the days lazying around playing Doom and eating too many salt n' vinegar taytos until I grew old and died of heartfailure or wankers cramp)
P.S. It doesn't matter a damn how many fucking podcasts, or music videos, or tweets, or decorative cakes you put out emphasizing the importance of the individual over the collective, or how much pseudo psychology you try to dispense in my direction in a crude attempt to try and tear me down. It's all fueled by the same underlying problem, one that lies exclusively on your shoulders Blindboy - That you decided to attack me, ignore me and then make life as difficult for me as you possibly could, because you were afraid that working with me would mean assuming a level of responsibility you weren't ready for.