Women who disapprove of men - and there's plenty to disapprove of - should remember how we started out, and how far we had to travel.

I would like my personal reading map to resemble a map of the British Empire circa 1900.

Life isn't, and has never been, a 2-0 home victory after a fish and chip lunch.

Barry, you're over thirty years old. You owe it to your mum and dad not to sing in a group called Sonic Death Monkey.

Where's the superficial? I was, and therefore am, dim, gloomy, a drag, unfashionable, unfanciable, and awkward. This doesn't seem like superficial to me. These aren't flesh wounds. These are life-threatening thrusts into the internal organs.

When even the scrupulously detached BBC is exhorting us to talk to God, you know something is going on.

The point is you keep going. You want to. So all the things that make you want to are the point.