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If It Was Possible For Me To Adopt, I Probably Would, But No One's Going To Let Me Adopt.

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.

Tolerance Is Forced On People In London.

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.

In My Experience The Difference Between A Straight And A Bisexual Is About Four Pints