I just did an interview where I was asked whether I drink beer or whisky and I was sad to reveal that I'm pounding spring water.
I'm inspired by the sheer ingenuity and intelligence possessed by my fellow...
I had never felt so lonely and so sad in my entire life.
Not that I regret saying what I believed to be the truth but I regret anything that I might have written or spoken that could have been used in a way to help to foster that atmosphere out of which came the loss of life of Brother Malcolm.
