A good, stinky French cheese or a good Stilton. These are things I really, really love. Dessert I can obviously live without.

As I see it, fast food outfits have targeted small children with their advertising in a very effective way. You know, it's clowns and kid's toys and bright colors and things like that.

I'm not trying to explain other cultures, or to give a fair and balanced account of a country, or the top ten things you need to know. I'm not trying to spread world peace and understanding. I'm not an advocate or an activist or an educator or a journalist. I'm out there trying to tell stories the best I can.

I like the fact that Melbourne always seems to support their chefs and promote them in ways I find really admirable.

The Italians seem to have a better attitude with kids and the food is great!

What is left of the poor? Try to buy a fresh f**king vegetable in West Baltimore. It is a not completely inconceivable scenario in the future, we'll all look like that... Waddling from convenience store to fast food outlet, chewing mindlessly on 99 cent hamburgers.

My house is run, essentially, by an adopted, fully clawed cat with a mean nature.