As Sir Les Patterson might have phrased it, my boredom threshold is so low, it could parachute out of a snake's bottom and still freefall.
I have given up on more books than I have finished – and I can't stand literary novels or most poetry.
I stopped going to the theatre when what I most looked forward to was the interval. Shakespeare, I've decided, is frightfully overrated: actors spouting yards of gush, little of which sinks in.
On my few (these
