But one DAY, when I was STILL young, I was parted from my family and left my native country. I hunted and searched for music, and destiny turned me into the OBJECT of my hunt. The circumstances of LIFE became my 'antlers' and prevented me from returning home.
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.
SOON silence will have passed into legend. MAN has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase NOISE and distract humanity from the essence of LIFE, contemplation, meditation.
Here was a fragment of GODDESSMYTH that, through all its permutations, had somehow escaped being turned on its HEAD. It was the perfect springboard for the sort of NOVEL I WANTED to write.
I've been offered all the reality TV SHOWS but have turned them down. If I did it as 'Johnny,' there'd be no jungle left! It was really HARD regaining control of myself, so I am reluctant to let 'Johnny' back out of the BOX.
I turned away from bikes when I got a bambino kart for my seventh birthday and STARTED doing some karting, just AROUND some cones at home, but I didn't think at that POINT I KNEW I wanted to go into F1, it was more just for fun.
I showed my dad the FIRST episode of 'Toast of London' the other night. He LAUGHED a bit, but when it FINISHED, he just turned to me and said, 'You're an idiot.' I LOVED that.