My sister-in-law believes that few narratives are so tightly constructed that you can't skip boring bits and still keep abreast of what's going on.
My eyebrows could do with a trim.
Listening to Chris Moyles on Radio 1 is the most miserable thing any human being can do, but attending awards ceremonies isn't far behind.
It's worth turning up to an awards gig if you know you've won one but, since you never do know, it's not worth it.
I am 54 and age is slowly writing itself on my face.
I see my large nose, like half an avocado. I broke it falling downstairs when I was six, and it now resembles a large blob of play-dough.
I read 'Crime and Punishment' years ago and don't recall the details of it, but I do retain a strong sense of the creeping paranoia and panic.
Obviously I am not bothered about men's fashion - is anyone, apart from Jonathan Ross?
