And she’d already pissed me off that night, okay? Because basically… I’d served this lovely meal - I do a bit of cooking - I’d served this meal, I’d put this dish down, on the table… first thing she says, not “Oh, this looks lovely”, as soon as that plate hits the table, she’s like: “Does this contain any gluten?”


“I’m depressed, as well, that I even have to go to the Apple Store, because I never wanted that for my life. I was perfectly content before. I was a non-iPhone user and I was happy. But like all non-iPhone users, eventually I gave in. I listened to them. I gave in to the iPhone nazis.”