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The Truth Is That Genetics Has Robbed Me Of Hair. But It's Not Interesting To Blame Genetics.

I Was In Bar About 15 Years Ago, A Relationship Had Ended Badly, I Was Very Drunk And I Thought I Would Convince Myself To Try And Be Gay. Like, At One Point I Didn't Like Coffee, Then I Learned To Like It.

I Find London Really Exciting But There's A Lot Of Vicious Success Here. Like New York, There's A Lot Of Incredibly Successful People Who Feel Incredibly Entitled, Perhaps Justifiably, But I Don't Want To Be Around Viciously Entitled People.

You Could Almost Say That Throughout Human History There Are People Who Can Either Foresee Consequences Or Who Are Capable Of Looking For Information And Predicting The Consequences Will Happen, But The Vast Majority Of People Won't Respond To Climate Change Until Their City Is Underwater, Food Supply Is Disrupted Or Everyone Around Them Is Dying Of Zoonotic Disease. It's Almost Like Someone Dealing With An Addiction, Like You Hope That The Person Can Overcome The Addiction Before The Addiction Kills Them.

I Don't Put A Lot Of Pressure On Myself When I'm Writing. It Feels Like If I Come Up With Something Good, Or I Come Up With Something Bad, I'm Not Too Worried.