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Beyond Love, Beyond Unrequited Love, Perhaps Even Beyond Any Other Passion Known To Humanity, Deep, Deep In The Depths Of The Turgid, Clinging, Swamplike Pit Of Despair That Lies Dormant Within Every Soul, Lurks Jealousy. Jealousy, That Most Demeaning And Debilitating Of Emotions. Jealousy, Which Can Double The Strength Of The Love Upon Which It Is Based, But Whilst Doubling It, Warp And Pervert It, Untill It Is No Longer Recognizable As The Thing Of Beauty It Once Was. Jealous Love Is No More Like True Love Than Mr Hyde Was Like Dr Jekyll Or A Stagnant Swamp Is Like A Freshwater Lake.

Any Closer Would Unravel Her Mystery, The Very Thing Which Made Her So Truly Beautiful...it Was Her Mystery That He Adored. He Was In Love With Everything That He Did Not Know About Her... No Real Sexual Encounter Could Ever Match The Secret One That He Could Nurture In His Imagination... No Living Flesh Could Ever Be The Erotic Equal Of Flesh Kept Private, Untouchable And Unknowable

We've All Got To Look At Ourselves, Start With Yourself, That's All You Can Do. I Believe That We Can Act Responsibly As A Group, It's Just That There Are Vested Interests Telling Us Not To Bother.

Comedy Will Always Be Central To What I Do, It's Just An Instinct For Me, But I Am A Writer And Always Have Been.

For The Past Seventeen Years I Have Been Experimenting With Lager. I Am A Lager User And One Drug Leads To Another. If You Do Lager, As Night Follows Day, You'll End Up Doing Kentucky Fried Chicken.