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.

I always say I'd rather be miserable by myself than unhappy in a relationship.

If it was possible for me to adopt, I probably would, but no one's going to let me adopt.

I have nothing to say about my childhood. It was a perfectly pleasant upbringing - it's not like it was unhappy or anything.

My parents grew up working class, but in that way that working class families do, they spent a fortune on education to better me.

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

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