I'd like to retire at 50 but I don't want to sell papers in the middle of London on a Zimmer.

My mobile rang around lunchtime one day, and it was George Michael. He wanted to come in on Friday. We were like, 'okay, if that's what you want'. And he was a very good guest. That's a real exception to the rule.

The higher your profile becomes, the more aware you are that people out there might hate you.

I'm actually quite self-sufficient, so it might look as if there isn't room for anyone in my life. That isn't entirely the case.

I've so exceeded what I ever wanted to do.

Some people think they're depressed and they go to the doctor and want pills. And you just think: 'You hate where you live, you've lost your job, your boyfriend has dumped you, could all this be why you're depressed?'

One of the great things about being gay and out is that the papers couldn't care less about your love life.