It was morning through the high window I saw the pure bright blue of the sky as it hovered cheerfully over the long roofs of the neighboring houses. It too seemed full of joy as if it had special plans and had put on its finest clothes for the occasion.

I try to shave at night so my skin has a chance to settle by the early morning call-time.

Throughout my 20s I spent a lot of time just playing and not really working but fortunately for me I continued to get just enough work and have a reason to wake up in the morning. I really empathize with some of my peers who had success in the early years then it dries up and so there's no reason to get up in the morning.

After the first day of practice there's not one guy who's playing at 100 percent or who feels great. Sometimes getting up in the morning and brushing your teeth is the hardest part of the day - it just hurts.

I get up go and get a coffee and go do the crossword - I'm loyal to one particular paper the 'Guardian' - and that's my idea of a perfect morning.

I tend to start at 9 o'clock in the morning and write until 3. Those are my best hours. They fit the other rhythms of the world. So I write for six hours pretty much without any breaks.

It seems a long time since the morning mail could be called correspondence.

Sydney in general is eclectic. You can be on that brilliant blue ocean walk in the morning and then within 20 minutes you can be in a completely vast suburban sprawl or an Italian or Asian suburb and it's that mix of people it's that melting pot of people that give it its vital personality.

Let me tell you sisters seeing dried egg on a plate in the morning is a lot dirtier than anything I've had to deal with in politics.

Yeah I'm not really a morning person.