These days you can't write anybody off. If anybody is a right-wing populist, you can't write them off now because that is the rising tide of our time.

Bad luck is usually transmitted by close proximity to habitual sufferers.

Most people with good jobs, middle-class occupations, what have you, are only one pitfall away from social embarrassment and destitution. It's so precarious. Even salaried people in the West now feel this sense of being trapped, not having the freedom to strike out.

I feel like I've exhausted guys and male friendships.

I think just getting up and getting to the desk is a big thing. If you can do that, you're in the zone because there're so many distractions that can stop you. From my bedroom to my office isn't really that far, but I have to go via the kitchen and there's so many things that can stop me and interrupt me.

What worries me is the professionalism of everything.

Sometimes ah think that people become junkies just because they subconsciously crave a wee bit ay silence.