Other than my memory being a bit woolly and my knees being a bit creaky, I don't really think there's anything I can't do.
What was I thinking? Fact is I wasn't thinking. I didn't want to think. I wanted to feel.
I think of myself now as a writer, although I wouldn't go as far as to say 'novelist' because that sounds like a Victorian person.
Why would anyone want to be called a size zero or even aspire to being a zero? I don't even understand the thinking behind it, let alone the practicalities. What is all that about?
I do think you are supposed to go through wars with your child because otherwise the tearing apart that has to happen when they go off to lead their own life would be unbearable.
I'd like to play a horse, many people think I already have. Either end of the horse would be fine.
Evolving into a middle-aged person is quite interesting if we can understand what it means. I would like to think it meant being a bit sure of what I want.