Every time I start a new piece of work, I spend a long while under the duvet thinking I can't do it.

I don't know why women are so mad about flowers. Personally, they leave me cold. I prefer trees.

I took my sight and mobility for granted.

She liked people. Me, I can take them or leave them, but mostly leave them.

I have decided to keep a full journal, in the hope that my life will perhaps seem more interesting when it is written down.

8.45 a.m. My mother is in the hospital grounds smoking a cigarette. She is looking old and haggard. All the debauchery is catching up with her.

Adrian Mole's father was so angry that so many pepole got divorced nowadays. HE had been unhappilly married for 30 years, why should everybody else get away?