I Think Trying To Be

The Germans Are A Cruel Race. Their Operas Last For Six Hours And They Have No Word For Fluffy.

I'm Lucky Because The Strongest Emotion I Have Ever Felt Is Being In Love, And That Definitely Informs My Writing.

And Roast Beef And Yorkshire Pudding Is My Personal Signature Dish.

I Think Trying To Be Cool Is The Worst Possible Ambition - And I Have Never Suffered From It.

Beyond Love, Beyond Unrequited Love, Perhaps Even Beyond Any Other Passion Known To Humanity, Deep, Deep In The Depths Of The Turgid, Clinging, Swamplike Pit Of Despair That Lies Dormant Within Every Soul, Lurks Jealousy. Jealousy, That Most Demeaning And Debilitating Of Emotions. Jealousy, Which Can Double The Strength Of The Love Upon Which It Is Based, But Whilst Doubling It, Warp And Pervert It, Untill It Is No Longer Recognizable As The Thing Of Beauty It Once Was. Jealous Love Is No More Like True Love Than Mr Hyde Was Like Dr Jekyll Or A Stagnant Swamp Is Like A Freshwater Lake.