You've recognised a fundamental feature of an addict's life. Maintaining your habit is so important you've no real interest in anything else.

My mother is the best storyteller. And her mother was too.

I like hoodies. They just make me feel safe.

I went grey at 12, my eyesight went at 17. I've been a crock from very early on.

So I'm back again to the eternal question, the one that has plagued me all my life: How Do Other People Do It? How come they were given life's rule book and I missed out? Where was I when God was dispensing capability and cop on? Looking at shoes, probably.

I'd rather eat nothing than eat a carrot.

Political correctness is a minefield