I Do Have A Strong Sense Of

The Only Time I Ever Really Consider Retiring Is When I Get Fed Up With The Press. Which Is Often.

I Don't Like The Compression On Compact Discs. It's Lacking In Air, And It's Lacking In Majesty.

The Food That's Never Let Me Down In Life Is Porridge, Especially With Milk And Maple Syrup, Which Is Delicious. Paris Isn't A Porridge Place, But I Can Buy It In London When I'm There And Bring It Back With Me.

Life Has Changed. People Have Changed. They Are More Forgiving, Less Inclined To Rush To Judgment. And I Have Changed.

I Was Told That I Had Very Likely Been Clinically Depressed For A Long, Long Time, Probably Since I Was 15, Or Even 14. It Explained, To Me At Least, A Lot Of My Behaviour Over The Years.