Most people think of themselves as individuals, that there's no one on the planet like them. This thought motivates them to get out of bed, eat food and walk around like nothing's wrong.

That's a big love letter," she says, squinting. I know what I'm going to say and for a moment I wish there was a film crew documenting my day-to-day life: "I've got a big heart," I say.

I would never say snog. I would say osculate." She looks at me as if to say: why do you exist?

I love you more than words. And I am a big fan of words.

Anger does not come easy to me. It is something I have to encourage, like a greyhound in second place.

I find that the only way to get through life is to picture myself in an entirely disconnected reality.

To us and a wonderful evening of love making.