But You Can Try To

Well, I Like The Rain Before It Falls.

As Soon As You Start Writing About How Human Beings Interact With Each Other Socially, You're Into Politics, Aren't You?

I Was Going To Say 'my Friend Stuart', But I Suppose He's Not A Friend Any More. I Seem To Have Lost A Number Of Friends In The Last Few Years. I Don't Mean That I've Fallen Out With Them, In Any Dramatic Way. We've Just Decided Not To Stay In Touch. And That's What It's Been: A Decision, A Conscious Decision, Because It's Not Difficult To Stay In Touch With People Nowadays, There Are So Many Different Ways Of Doing It. But As You Get Older, I Think That Some Friendships Start To Feel Increasingly Redundant. You Just Find Yourself Asking, "what's The Point?" And Then You Stop.

Revisionist Historians Are About To Get Their Hands On The Thatcher Years, Shes Probably Going To Be Looked At Again Because She Feels Far Enough Away Now, And We Dont See Her Much On The Political Landscape In This Country, Shes Kind Of Disappeared And She Doesnt Speak Out Much Anymore.

I Live A Perfectly Happy And Comfortable Life In Blair's Britain, But I Can't Work Up Much Affection For The Culture We've Created For Ourselves: It's Too Cynical, Too Knowing, Too Ironic, Too Empty Of Real Value And Meaning.