I am not a snob - ask anybody. Well, anybody who matters.
I have very strange dreams, especially when I`m traveling. I had one recently that someone was sending me messages by spider. A spider would crawl up my right arm, go across my shoulders and down my left arm and then I`d understand the message. The messages came from my right hand - they were really stupid. I don`t think it`ll catch on.
I`d spent my entire teenage years suffering one unrequited love affair after the other. I was so shy I couldn`t even talk to girls. If I fancied them, I`d follow them home, but I didn`t have the guts to approach them. I was a teenage stalker. The same went for John. The first time I saw him he was this geek with nicotine-stained fingers, trembling with fear at the prospect of having to meet people. And his name wasn`t even John. It was Nigel. He was a Nigel with glasses, poor sod. I remember staring at his face and slowly realizing that he was rather beautiful, exquisite in fact. I mean, this was the best looking guy I`d seen in years, maybe my whole life. Losing his glasses and changing his name to John was the best thing he ever did. He was a man transformed. To see him in action was incredible. He could charm the knickers off anyone.
I`ve always rather fancied John. We`re much more into each other.
Meeting Andy Warhol... cool, great... but it wasn`t like someone giving me a Ferrari or anything.
Sex is by far and away much more interesting than cards or video games.