Every generation of children has its private hero.

My sister-in-law believes that few narratives are so tightly constructed that you can't skip boring bits and still keep abreast of what's going on.

The real change that paintings undergo is in the perceptions of the viewer.

The outfits come and go but there is a constant that I like about the catwalk model: the snotty expression.

I read 'Crime and Punishment' years ago and don't recall the details of it, but I do retain a strong sense of the creeping paranoia and panic.

Global warming, the ongoing destruction of the planet, Third World debt, the uselessness of the railways, the takeover by the corporations, the scary George Bush person: all these things are important and should be animating me into outrage. Yet somehow they do not.

Obviously I am not bothered about men's fashion - is anyone, apart from Jonathan Ross?