I myself subscribe more to the European philosphy of life, my priorities leaning towards wine, women and... well that's about it.

Whenever you meet a beautiful woman, just remember somewhere there's a man who's sick of shagging her.

Anyone in the mood for a little Alfie, straight-up?

It seems to me the problems you worry yourself sick about never seem to materialize. It's the ones that catch you unexpectedly on a Wednesday afternoon that knock you sideways.

The problem is, she doesn't have enough of the superficial things that really matter.

In every doomed relationship there comes what I like to call the "oh oooh"-moment. And a certain little something happens and you know you've just witnessed the beginning of the end. Suddenly you stop and you think: "oh oooh"... iceberg ahead.

What happens with me is – I don’t know – I get… when it gets too… not close, but something like that, I start to feel… not stifled… not trapped… but, but… something like that and I – you know, you know what I mean.

I warned them all from the beginning. I always said something along the lines of… I must advise you, I am stamped with an invisible warning: “will not commit”, “will never marry”.

Well, no, I've never done it. But it might be worth a try.