Apple excels at taking existing concepts - computers, MP3 players, conceit - and carefully streamlining them into glistening ergonomic chunks of concentrated aspiration.
I wanna do some more goofy comedy stuff; I really enjoyed doing 'A Touch of Cloth.'
I'm no financial expert. I scarcely know what a coin is. Ask me to explain what a credit default swap is, and I'll emit an unbroken 10-minute 'um' through the clueless face of a broken puppet. You might as well ask a pantomime horse.
In the age of social media, everyone's a newspaper columnist, exaggerating what they think and feel.
My brain knows best-before dates are a con; my panicky gut treats them like a nuclear countdown.
The fashion industry is the worst possible vessel for conveying an ethical message about anything.
Amplifying body-image issues, profiting from anxiety, and employing virtual slaves in sweatshops are bad enough, but the fashion industry is also actively hastening the destruction of the very Earth we walk on. It insists on launching fresh collections each season, declaring yesterday's range obsolete on a whim.
I remember I was changing to one phone from another and going through my old contact details, and so I was having to delete duplicate numbers to make room, and up came the name of someone who died, and... it felt hard to delete the name.
The entire economy relies on the suspension of disbelief. So does a fairy story or an animated cartoon. This means that no matter how soberly the financial experts dress, no matter how dry their language, the economy they worship can only ever be as plausible as an episode of 'SpongeBob SquarePants.'
What I disliked most about working as a shop assistant wasn't the occasional snooty customer or the shop or the hours, but the way people reacted when I told them I was a shop assistant - their automatic assumption that I didn't enjoy it.
I didn't pass my degree due to never handing in an acceptable dissertation, and while it didn't harm me in the long run, my failure to complete the course properly probably led me to spend the next six years or so coasting, unsure of what to do next.
I'm scared about everything. I'm an anxious worrier. I worry about the downside of everything.
Everyone's opened a drawer and been startled by the unexpected discovery of an old mobile phone that now resembles an outsized pantomime prop. To think you used to be impressed by this clunky breezeblock. You were like a caveman gawping at a yo-yo.
I do think that it's a dysfunctional relationship between columnists and commentators, because they both seem to hate each other, like a terrible marriage.
If you're living in a dystopia, you don't necessarily want to look at another one.
Youth fare aside, I have generally always been interested in what's going on culturally.
Getting a moral lecture from the fashion industry is like Jeffrey Dahmer criticising your diet.
I do worry about civil unrest, or complete collapse of society, or having to flee, or Europe falling into a war.
Calling Batman 'the Dark Knight' is like calling Papa Smurf 'the Blue Patriarch':you're not fooling anyone.
I've never lost that freelance mentality. You can't take a holiday because you're worried the work will dry up.
