Now I'm starting, relatively, to think straight again. I live one day at a time, one hour at a time. What makes it all worthwhile is my children.

My mother was always in those films where it's the end of the world and a meteor's about to hit London there's only six people left, and one of them's in purple underwear. That was always my mother, running from this meteor in purple underwear and spraining her ankle.

Until Eve gave him the apple, Adam didn't even know he wasn't wearing underpants.