Brighton gives me the heebie-jeebies. When I'm near the seafront I can't sleep, I can't eat.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Of course, New Brighton is very shabby, very rundown, but people still go there because it's the place where you take kids out on a Sunday.
London is my home. I miss my family so much; it's hard being away. And I miss salt and vinegar crisps. And Marmite. And good fudge. Oh my God. Clotted cream fudge.
I hate going out in Brighton now. It's different in London. People respect you more there.
I've just swum the length of the Thames. I feel quite tired.
I sleep 75 percent of all plane trips I take. I love red-eyes from West to East. I take Ambien to make sure I sleep. I always stay on West Coast time, and I'm always so fried when I come back, I usually sleep naturally.
I'm a bit claustrophobic, I don't like crowds, I live by the sea - that's what I see when I come out of my house in Bridlington.
It is a strange world, Oxford - quite claustrophobic. I was often glad I was only there for eight weeks at a time.
I'm now the Lord of the Brighton Manor.
I miss Brighton enormously, enormously. There is so much I miss, including rain. I miss the verdant countryside.
What I have always liked about Brighton is its impersonality. Since the 18th century, people have come, used the place and gone home again.