It’s all chop-change chop-change with you. Either go out with me and treat me nicely, or leave me alone. As I say, I am not interested in fuckwittage.

When someone leaves you, apart from missing them, apart from the fact that the whole little world you’ve created together collapses, and that everything you see or do reminds you of them, the worst is...

I mean, I haven’t rushed to the answerphone once to see if anyone’s aware of my existence in the world!

When he’s hot, he’s hot; when he’s not, he’s not. But at least there is always food

One minute you’re closer to someone than anyone in the whole world, next minute they need only to say the words ‘time apart’, ‘serious talk’ or ‘maybe you…’ and you’re never going to see them...