You Have To Go Where The Good

I Love Going For A Swim. Growing Up In England, Anywhere With A Pool Seems Like The Height Of Glamour To Me.

Quiet People, People Who Arent Given To Emotional Outbursts, People Who Are Economic With Words - Theyre Also Fun To Play, But You Find Yourself Needing A Laser Precision In Those Roles. Otherwise You Just Sort Of Stand Around, Looking Slightly Brain-dead. You Worry About Being Uninteresting.

It's Certainly True That I Was Brought Up In That British Amateur Tradition, The One Which Always Held That If You Were Reasonably Good At Cricket, Knew One Or Two Latin Texts And A Few Zingy Oscar Wilde Quotes For Dinner Parties, You Were Pretty Much Ready To Go And Run Some Outpost In Hindustan.

I've Always Had A 'work Hard, Play Hard' Attitude To Life - I Still Do - But Sometimes You Get Involved In Something That Needs A Calm, Methodical Approach.

In England We Burnt Redheads At The Stake, Because We Thought They Were Witches. There Are Still Young Redheads In Britain Getting Ripped For Having Red Hair. 'oy, Ginger!'