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.
I'm currently in an interesting correspondence with a nun about forgiveness.
I thought they were staring at me because I was gay. But it was because I was on the telly.
I thought a dignified thing to do would be to live in the country by the time I'm 50 and write books.
I think Australians like a bit of vulgarity.
I live in a kind of gay bubble. I live in a gay house, I drive a gay car. I eat gay food.
I knew that this was what I wanted to talk about on stage. There was no point being coy about it, or pretending that I wasn't gay. That was the substance of my whole act. If you took that away, there would be nothing left.
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.
However light-hearted you try to be about it, the loss of youth, and everything that goes with it, is quite a trauma.
I'm not sure how aware of the rest of the world I am. I live a rather sheltered existence.
I am full of gratitude for my life - and for this house.
The English like eccentrics. They just don't like them living next door.
I've found a more personal, pagan kind of religion to satisfy the spiritual side of things.
Just because someone's dead doesn't mean it's over. My grandfather died more than 25 years ago, but I still think of him a lot and smell his smell.
The whole business of getting famous was good fun, but it was a long time ago.