I'm hopefully touring with Colin Baker next year in Perfect Strangers. I have performed with Sylvia Simms in poetry and music evenings. I would love to do those for the rest of my career - they are so fun and witty.

We were making new ones the second year. We were in syndication the second year. So we were on Saturday nights prime time every morning and then they put it on Sunday evenings too. So it was all over the place.

I wake up every morning and I feel like I'm juggling glass balls. I live in Los Angeles my business is run out of London and most evenings I'm cuddled up in front of Skype in my dressing gown speaking with my studio in London. I travel a lot my team travel a lot but I wouldn't have it any other way.

There are three reasons for becoming a writer: the first is that you need the money the second that you have something to say that you think the world should know the third is that you can't think what to do with the long winter evenings.

Don't you stay at home of evenings? Don't you love a cushioned seat in a corner by the fireside with your slippers on your feet?

It was one of the most exciting perfect evenings of my life my solo debut at Carnegie Hall. And knowing we were all there to raise money for Gay Men's Health Crisis made the evening an extraordinary experience.

Dates with actors finally just seemed to me evenings of shop talk. I got sick of it after a hile. So the more famous I became the more I narrowed down my choices.

In my family in the days prior to television we liked to while away the evenings by making ourselves miserable solely based on our ability to speak the language viciously.

Sydney in the 1960s wasn't the exuberant multicultural metropolis it is today. Out in the city's western reaches days passed in a sun-struck stupor. In the evenings families gathered on their verandas waiting for the 'southerly buster' - the thunderstorm that would break the heat and leave the air cool enough to allow sleep.

I have been overcome by the beauty and richness of our life together those early mornings setting out those evenings gleaming with rivers and lakes below us still holding the last light.