I've Had A Blessed Career, And That

Even Now I Can't Stand Being Recognized In The Street. I Just Hate It When Strangers Come Up And Try To Talk To Me. I'm Pathologically Shy.

If You Think Before You Speak The Other Guy Gets His Joke In First.

I Haven't Got The Kind Of Discipline Where I Can Turn My Emotion Inside Out And Then Just Switch Off. It Affects Me Fairly Profoundly And I Don't Like Putting Myself Through That Kind Of Mincer Every Day.

I Couldn't Make Sense Of Things. But Then I Began The Process Of Civilising Myself And Trying To Become A Decent Human Being. I'm Still Working On It.

I Find It Very Hard To Play A Part, Then Take It Off Like A Cheap Suit And Become Mr Normal - Mr. Nice Guy.