I guess I should have forgotten about it ages ago, but forgetting isn't something I'm very good at.

You need as much ballast as possible to stop you from floating away; you need people around you, things going on, otherwise life is like some film where the money ran out, and there are no sets, or locations, or supporting actors, and it's just one bloke on his own staring into the camera with nothing to do and nobody to speak to, and who'd believe in this character then?

I fell in love with football as I was later to fall in love with women: suddenly, inexplicably, uncritically, giving no thought to the pain or disruption it would bring with it.

You had to live in your own bubble. You couldn't force your way into someone else's, because then it wouldn't be a bubble any more.

It's love this and love that but of couse it's so easy to love someone you don't know, whether it's George Clooney or Monkey. Staying civil to someone with whom you've ever shared Christmas turkey- now there's a miracle.

He'd told her it was just a scratch and got cross when she hadn't offered morphine.

You wouldn't believe that so much could change just because a relationship ended.