I'll sometimes go a week or two without tweeting, and then when I'm in the mood, tweet loads, and clog up people's in-boxes. It's a moment when you feel like sharing something.
Magic has both feet planted in cheap vaudeville and childish posturing; in dishonesty and therefore not in art.
Feeling we have to be constantly updated about the lives of our friends and that everything we say has to be out there leads to frustration, anger and jealousy much more than it leads to anything else.
I'm finally having my TV removed and replaced by a tropical fish tank, which I hope will provide more interesting viewing.
I'm not very sociable. If I get invited to a glamorous event I probably won't go. That world does not really appeal to me.
I once had Rachel McAdams over for lunch, when she was with Michael Sheen, who's a friend of mine.
