People say it gets better but it doesn't. It just gets different, that's all.

I had been feeling a little rum. I didn't think it was anything serious because years ago I felt a lump and it was benign. I assumed this would be too. It kind of takes the wind out of your sails, and I don't know what the future holds, if anything.

My career is chequered. Then I think I got pigeon-holed in humour; Shakespeare is not my thing.

I like being outside and working with the elements. The elemental aspects of it. The physicality of it.

Theres a difference between solitude and loneliness

It's funny to be pigeonholed so late in life but there we are.

People think of you differently if you've been in their homes. They think they own you because they watched you while they were eating dinner, or they can turn you up or down, or even freeze you.