One of the reasons I love the online world is that although that exists in abundance you can choose absolutely which part of the online world you want to live in. You can make your own kingdom in that sense.

As I go clowning my sentimental way into eternity, wrestling with all my problems of estrangement and communion, sincerity and simulation, ambition and acquiescence, I shuttle between worrying whether I matter at all and whether anything else matters but me.

I now accept that it is looking increasingly likely that Tiger Woods is, in fact, straight.

That one can love another of the same gender, that is what the homophobe really cannot stand.

As I say I don't want to kill myself, I just wouldn't mind dying.

What makes a good family? Well, I suppose obviously love. Love lubricated often I think by humor. I think a family that can laugh at each other and tease themselves and who are able to be jolly with each other I think is the key.

My father was all brain and little heart.