I don't think of death in a romantic way anymore.

Both me and my wife's extended family all live within a 50-mile radius. Like me, a lot of them did time in London then started drifting back to the countryside and the sea. Perhaps it's a homing instinct.

I'd rather spend my time looking at the sky than listening to Whitney Houston.

If I book a hotel it's actually very funny. It's very nice to be a genuine Mr Smith.

I've always spent more time with a smile on my face than not, but the thing is, I don't write about it.

I look thuggish when I shave my head and wear big boots. I walk into a newsagent and people think I'm going to jump the counter.

Every animal would rather die themselves than lose their offspring. But it's just genes, isn't it? All of our existence is spent worrying about the next generation, but we don't actually seem to get anywhere.