I'm Very Bad At Having

As A Rule, Wearing A Bigger Pair Of Jeans Looks Better Than Squishing Yourself Into A Pair Of Jeans That Used To Fit Before You Gave Up Smoking.

I Don't Do Marriage. I Think It's Incredibly Naff. And I Don't Like Vulgar Displays Of Ostentation.

Well, I'm Not Good With Sliminess. I Hate The Thought Of Creatures That Have Slime On Them Or Creatures That Leave A Slimy Trail. At Home, The Sight Of A Slug Can Bring Up My Breakfast.

If I Do Go To The Beach There Have To Be Certain Rules: It Can't Be A Pebbly Beach, There Has To Be Some Shade And There Has To Be A Beach Bar. I Don't Want To Go Off The Beaten Track.

I Wouldn't Say I Was Grumpy. It's More Pathological - I Have Seismic Tantrums. I Get Red In The Face And Cry At Least Three Times A Week, And I Have To Lie Down And Have A Nap Afterwards.