I just have a real problem with people who seek to portray fatness or thinness as moral concepts.

Blakes Hotel in South Kensington was a particular favourite of mine during what I affectionately think of as my Restless Years.

A wedding is a funeral which masquerades as a feast. And the greater the pageantry, the deeper the savagery.

To believe that one, or even three, mates can supply all the things one needs from one's friends is as stupid as believing married couples must do everything together.

When I started at the Guardian, though, I couldnt think of anything we saw eye to eye on, except feminism, and even this would soon be arguable as Guardian writers queued up to drool over Eminem.

I almost choke on my popcorn when I hear film stars, who walk on red carpets as much as the rest of us do on zebra crossings, criticising youngsters who crave fame.

I've never been nostalgic, personally or politically - if the past was so great, how come it's history?