I don't iron anything. Never have and never will.
I have seen one or two psychiatrists. They just sit and nod and doodle.
Close your eyes, and think of someone you physically admire, and let me kiss you.
As a very small child I found recorded noise and the solitary singer beneath the spotlight so dramatic and so brave... walking the plank... willingly... It was sink or swim. The very notion of standing there, alone, I found beautiful.
I avoid people who I actually like. I suppose that’s a phobia but also a habit.
One can have great concern for the people of Ethiopia, but it's another thing to inflict daily torture on the people of England.