Where I Get Bored Is

All My Day Is Spent Dealing With Other People. When I Come Home I Like It To Be Empty. The Presence Of Others In My House Kind Of Annoys Me. I Love Coming Home And Shutting The Doors. I Feel Brain Dead. I'm Relatively Available, But Not To Live With.

A Good Rule To Remember For Life Is That When It Comes To Plastic Surgery And Sushi, Never Be Attracted By A Bargain.

I've Heard Other Gay People Say When They Were Growing Up They Felt 'foreign.' Growing Up, I Was Able To Label These Feelings As: 'i'm A Protestant.' It Wasn't Until I Left, I Thought: 'oh, Those Weren't Protestant Feelings.'

My Mobile Rang Around Lunchtime One Day, And It Was George Michael. He Wanted To Come In On Friday. We Were Like, 'okay, If That's What You Want'. And He Was A Very Good Guest. That's A Real Exception To The Rule.

Forty Freaked Me Out. I Didn't See It Coming. My Life Was In A State Of Chaos - I Was Moving Jobs And Moving House - And It Just Hit Me Like A Ton Of Bricks.