I was lightweight - that was the whole point of me.
Just because someone's dead doesn't mean it's over. My grandfather died more than 25 years ago, but I still think of him a lot and smell his smell.
The good thing about getting older is that, as you become less attractive, so you have less desire to go out and conquer everyone you see.
The bullying was hideous and relentless, and we turned it round by making ourselves celebrities.
I'm currently in an interesting correspondence with a nun about forgiveness.
It was all about wanting to get revenge. Pathetic, really, but it still is the motivation.
I live in a kind of gay bubble. I live in a gay house, I drive a gay car. I eat gay food.
I thought they were staring at me because I was gay. But it was because I was on the telly.
Rodents can come across as being quite vacant in the personality stakes.
The English like eccentrics. They just don't like them living next door.
I am full of gratitude for my life - and for this house.
I've found a more personal, pagan kind of religion to satisfy the spiritual side of things.
However light-hearted you try to be about it, the loss of youth, and everything that goes with it, is quite a trauma.
I didn't think of myself as a tart, but I wouldn't argue with anyone who did.
I'm not sure how aware of the rest of the world I am. I live a rather sheltered existence.
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