London is a city of ghosts; you feel them here. Not just of people, but eras. The ghost of empire, or the blitz, the plague, the smoky ghost of the Great Fire that gave us Christopher Wren's churches and ushered in the Georgian city.
When I joined the Sunday Times the people I was competing with were all 10 or 15 years younger, they all had double firsts from Oxford or Cambridge, they were all bright as new pins.
I don't do dinner parties. I have people come to share the food I've cooked for the family.
I don't remember ever stealing things, but I suppose I was endlessly borrowing money off people.
You see, the problem with Dave Cameron is that people know who he is. The less people know about him, the more he's likely to get re-elected.
I don't go to the openings of shops or parties given by people I don't know.
I can tell very quickly when people are lying.
All people from small islands dance funny.
People who don't believe in God are no happier than people who do, and those who do believe are no nicer than those who don't.
The part that makes you unique is the bit people will like or fear, fall in love with, or try to avoid.
