I mee Caroline when she comes to interview me for her newspaper, and I fall for her straight away, no messing [...] But I think I would have gone for anyone today. [...]
'So what should I be doing?'
'I don't know. Something. Working. Seeing people. Running a scout troop, or running a club even. Something more than waiting for life to change and keeping your options open. You'd keep your options open for the rest of your life, if you could. [...] And all the time…
When I can't take it any more, when my white shirt is translucent and my jacket streaked with mud and Im gtting stabbing pains--cramp, or rheumatism, or arthritis, who knows?--in my legs, I stand up and brush myself off; and then Laura, who has obviously been sitting in her car by the bus stop all …
[...] And when they do die it will hardly be the end of the world. Just, you know, wow, stop press, extremely ancient person dies. [...]
I knew that Ken liked me, but I could never really work out why, apart from once he was looking for the original London cast recording of My Fair Lady, and I saw a copy at a record fair, and sent it to him. See where random acts of kindness get you? To fucking funerals, that's where.
