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 think denial's fascinating. It's a jokey word, but it really happens, and sometimes in enormous ways.

It was only when the salt water of my tears ran into my cuts and made them sting that I discovered I was crying.

I'd rather dig a ditch than go to a dinner party with people I don't know.

No more humiliation for me, thanks very much. No more swallowing my anger. Honestly, I couldn't manage another mouthful. But it was delicious. Did you make it yourself?

I've always been melancholic. At a party, everyone would be looking at the glittering chandeliers and I'd be looking at the waitress's cracked shoes.

I'm quite introverted but I'm not shy.