I don't think I'm generous enough to be the straight guy. I sort of make my own way and make my own statement. Do I mind pushing myself forward? Not at all.

When I came off the boat I was very proud of the thick calluses which had developed on my feet. But now, I am struggling to get into my favourite high heels which is a shame, as I have so many.

Suffering from dysentery at sea was no picnic.

Love is an obsession. It has that quality to it. But there are healthy obsessions, and mine is one of them.

Being a psychologist did enable me to maintain objectivity.

There seems to be this impression that if I really am a psychotherapist, I cant be serious about it. They think there must be something fishy going on.

So many people suffer from abuse, and suffer alone.