I've Got Over So Much.

My Mum Has Never Wanted Me To Have Children. She Thinks I Would Be Destroying My Life, Even Now.

There Is Nothing Difficult About My Work, And People Get To Hear It From Me.

I've Been Slagged Off Completely By The Art World And I Don't Know Whether Fancy Being Slagged Off By The Literary World As Well. It's Just Too Much.

I Really Love Animals. My Cat Is My Little Soul Mate. He's Not Just A Cat, He's My Friend.

My New Year's Eve Is Always 2 July, The Night Before My Birthday. That's The Night I Make My Resolutions. And This Year Scares The Life Out Of Me, Because No Matter How Successful, How Good Things Appear, There Is Always A Deep Core Of Failure Within Me, Although I Am Trying To Deal With It. My Biggest Fear, This Coming Year, Is That I Will Be Waking Up Alone. It Makes Me Wonder How Many Bodies Will Be Fished Out Of The Thames, How Many Decaying Corpses Will Be Found In One-room Flats. I'm Just Being Realistic.