I Would Rather Be Confused For 10

Harriet Jones: Did You Notice When They Fart, If You'll Pardon The Word, It Doesn't Just Smell Like A Fart, If You'll Pardon The Word, It's Something Else. What Is It? It's More Like, Um... Rose Tyler: Bad Breath. Harriet Jones: That's It! The Doctor: Calcium Decay. Now That Narrows It Down!.. Calcium Phosphate. Organic Calcium. Living Calcium. Creatures Made Out Of Living Calcium. What Else - What Else? Hyphenated Surnames. Yes! That Narrows It Down To One Planet! Raxacoricofallapatorius! Mickey Smith: [sarcastically] Oh Yeah, Great! We Can Write 'em A Letter.

*throwing Bread Out Of Door* And Stay Out!

...the Very Word 'fiction' Implies Another World, Literally A Different Place, Whereas No One Claims That A Dedicated Sportsman Is Escaping His Life, Or A Chef Or A Nurse. But The Poor Writer - The Sci-fi One Especially - Is Seen As Running Away. Bollocks. This Is Real, For Me, And It's Tough, It's Fun, It's Practical, And It's Very, Very Important.

I Would Rather Be Confused For 10 Minutes Than Bored For 5 Seconds.

I Love Having Debates With People When They Are Debates But Some People, You Just Can't. Some People Shouldn't Be Given The Oxygen.