One morning, about four o'clock, I was driving my car just about as fast as I could. I thought, Why am I out this time of night? I was miserable, and it came to me: I'm falling in love with somebody I have no right to fall in love with.
“People say things about me all the time and I get over it. I've had some appalling things told about me.”
“I hated Sundays when I was growing up in Streatham, south London. Everything closed down and stopped.”