I am full of gratitude for my life - and for this house.
It's almost a way of life. I know what makes me laugh.
The whole business of getting famous was good fun, but it was a long time ago.
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 thought a dignified thing to do would be to live in the country by the time I'm 50 and write books.
If I've been here a long time, I think: I must go to London and speak to someone or see a bus.
The public has always had affection for gay entertainers. The time was right for an out gay entertainer.
However light-hearted you try to be about it, the loss of youth, and everything that goes with it, is quite a trauma.
I've found a more personal, pagan kind of religion to satisfy the spiritual side of things.
I'm not sure how aware of the rest of the world I am. I live a rather sheltered existence.
A lot of gay men have a lot of sex. That's what we do. But I've stopped all that-the revolving door into my bedroom. Promiscuity. That was of its day, really.
The English like eccentrics. They just don't like them living next door.
I live in a kind of gay bubble. I live in a gay house, I drive a gay car. I eat gay food.
It was all about wanting to get revenge. Pathetic, really, but it still is the motivation.
I'm currently in an interesting correspondence with a nun about forgiveness.