What Terrifies Me Is That

If You're Driving Your Car And Someone Winds The Window Down And Gives You The Finger And Calls You An Asshole, Instead Of Giving Him The Finger Back And Calling Him An Asshole Back, You Just Pull A Funny Face, And He Doesn't Know How To React To That, Because You're Using Different Rules.

It's Like Aversion Therapy. You Keep Doing Scenes Over And Over Again With Three Women In The Bed With You, And We Had To Do Them All In One Week. Three Girls Would Step Out And Another Three Girls Would Step Into The Bed. It Sounds Like A Fantasy But By The End Of It, I Just Wanted To Go For A Hike On My Own In The North Of England, In The Hills. Because It Became A Sort Of "be Careful What You Wish For" Kinda Thing.

I Find Impressionists Slightly Annoying, Really.

I'm 47, My Girlfriend's 33; She's 14 Years Younger Than Me: Back Of The Net!

As Soon As I See Period Costume, I Turn Off. It's Like Hearing Drama On Radio 4.