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 like hoodies. They just make me feel safe.

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

Hen nights should be banned. You're honour-bound to behave atrociously, then feel terribly ashamed afterwards. (This Charming Man)

Waiting to be 'better' is the wrong approach. It's learning to live with it.

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.