Admittedly, I do have several bones... whole war fields full of bones, in fact... to pick with organised religion of whatever stripe. This should be seen as a critique of purely temporal agencies who have, to my mind, erected more obstacles between whatever notion of spirituality and Godhead one subscribes to than they have opened doors. To me, the difference between Godhead and the Church is the difference between Elvis and Colonel Parker... although that conjures images of God dying on the toilet, which is not what I meant at all.

For whatever the future holds, one thing is certain... It just won't be the same.

I've come to think that the universe is a four-dimensional site in which nothing is changing and nothing is moving. The only thing that is moving along the time axis is our consciousness. The past is still there, the future has always been here. Every moment that has existed or will ever exist is all part of this giant hyper-moment of space-time.

Things are tough all over, cupcake, an' it rains on the just an' the unjust alike...except in California.

I didn't really sign up to be a celebrity, I only signed up to be a writer.

Why do we argue? Life's so fragile, a successful virus clinging to a speck of mud, suspended in endless nothing.

London has been used as the emblematic English city, but it's far from representative of what life in England is actually about.