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

It's a mystery of human chemistry and I don't understand it, some people, as far as their senses are concerned, just feel like home.

Complaining about boring football is a little like complaining about the sad ending of King Lear: it misses the point somehow.

It's not what you like but what you are like that's important.

[H]ow was I supposed to get excited about the oppression of females if they couldn't be trusted to stay upright during the final minutes of a desperately close promotion campaign?

A good compilation tape, like breaking up, is hard to do and takes ages longer than it might seem. You've got to kick off with a killer, to grab the attention. Then you've got to take it up a notch, or cool it off a notch…oh, there are a lot of rules.

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