All my day is spent dealing with other people. When I come home I like it to be empty. The presence of others in my house kind of annoys me. I love coming home and shutting the doors. I feel brain dead. I'm relatively available, but not to live with.
The only time I took Ecstacy was years and years ago. It was absolutely amazing.
Britain's such a twisted, weird little place.
I bet Maurice Gibb's heart monitor was singing the tune of Stayin' Alive.
I don't think I've got bad taste. I've got no taste.
One of the great things about being gay and out is that the papers couldn't care less about your love life.