Human beings are millions of things in one day.

I burst into tears and I cry and cry until it feels as though it is not salt and water being squeezed from my eyes, but blood.

I have always been accused of taking the things I love - football, of course, but also books and records - much too seriously, and I do feel a kind of anger when I hear a bad record, or when someone is lukewarm about a book that means a lot to me.

…I've had a bad week." What's happened?" Nothing's happened. I've had a bad week in my head, is all.

I'm simply pointing out that what happens to us isn't the whole story. That I continue to exist even when we're not together.

I'm still not a very good white wine, but I'm drinkable - you could put me in a punch, anyway.

All I know is that you can get very little from a book that is making you weep with the effort of reading it. You won’t remember it, and you’ll learn nothing from it, and you’ll be less likely to choose a book over Big Brother next time you have a choice.