For a fortnight nobody at all emailed me, or posted a follow-up. Doesn't anyone care, I thought? It turned out my newsreader was broken, and hadn't posted at all.

I don't want to be alone at 80 years old, dripping in diamonds - having never helped anyone. That's not my path. That's not what I care about. That's not what excites me.

I’m so broken inside that nothing or anyone can fix me

We are all broken. I mean, aren't we now? I am. The whole wide world is.

This stranglehold has got to be broken or the country's going down the drain.

Nobody cares how much you know until they know how much you care.