Like Most Writers, I Write About What

Well, The World Is Vastly Counted In Favour Of Men At Every Level - Except If You Live In A Civilised Country And You’re Sort Of Educated And Middle-class, Because Then You’re Almost Certainly Junior In Your Relationship And In A State Of Permanent, Crippled Apology. Your Preferences Are Routinely Mocked. There’s A Huge, Unfortunate Lack Of Respect For Anything Male.

I Never Go Online. The Internet Stuff Is Bonkers. You Must Not Look At It.

Cinema Is So Slow And Boring Compared To Television.

The Universe Is Big, Its Vast And Complicated, And Ridiculous. And Sometimes, Very Rarely, Impossible Things Just Happen And We Call Them Miracles. And That's The Theory. Nine Hundred Years, Never Seen One Yet, But This Would Do Me.

[the Doctor, Capt. Jack And Rose Are Cornered By The Empty Children.] The Doctor: Go To Your Room! Go To Your Room! I Mean It. I'm Very, Very Angry With You. I'm Very, Very Cross! Go! To! Your! Room! [the Children Lurch Away And Obey Him.] I'm Really Glad That Worked. Those Would Have Been Terrible Last Words.