However light-hearted you try to be about it, the loss of youth, and everything that goes with it, is quite a trauma.
I am full of gratitude for my life - and for this house.
I didn't think of myself as a tart, but I wouldn't argue with anyone who did.
I get just as much of a thrill out of constructing a good sentence that gets a laugh at the end as I do from a joke.
I live in a kind of gay bubble. I live in a gay house, I drive a gay car. I eat gay food.
I think Australians like a bit of vulgarity.
I thought a dignified thing to do would be to live in the country by the time I'm 50 and write books.
I thought they were staring at me because I was gay. But it was because I was on the telly.
I was lightweight - that was the whole point of me.
I'm currently in an interesting correspondence with a nun about forgiveness.
I'm not sure how aware of the rest of the world I am. I live a rather sheltered existence.
I've found a more personal, pagan kind of religion to satisfy the spiritual side of things.
If I've been here a long time, I think I must go to London and speak to someone or see a bus.
It was all about wanting to get revenge. Pathetic, really, but it still is the motivation.
It's a wise thing to hold back.
