This is the great thing about Northern Ireland. I walk down the street and people stop me and say things like 'I know you. You're that wee golfer aren't you?' I say 'Yeah that's me.' They say 'Keep it up wee man.' It's very funny and that's why I want to stay here as long as possible.

At home in L.A. Sunday is lazy. It's the wife and me lying in bed with coffee watching 'The Soup' or something funny on TiVo. The kid will occasionally join us. Eventually breakfast is at a place down the street called Paty's. And we always have some kind of great dinner - my wife makes a great roast beef.

The wretch who lives without freedom feels like dressing in the mud from the streets Those who have you o Liberty do not know. you. Those who do not have you should not speak of you but win you.

We are a nation in which freedom is alive in the squares and streets in the daily work of the communications media in the open relationship between the governing and the governed.

My view is that good community management is like having good municipal government: You should be able to have dissenting opinions and so on freedom of speech but your grandmother should also be able to walk down the street at night without having to worry about getting mugged.

We are living in the excesses of freedom. Just take a look at 42nd Street and Broadway.

My desire to curtail undue freedom of speech extends only to such public areas as restaurants airports streets hotel lobbies parks and department stores. Verbal exchanges between consenting adults in private are as of little interest to me as they probably are to them.

Acceptable food rots while we are chased from bins behind restaurants chased from sleeping on the street chased from relieving ourselves unless we pay for food or gas until finally we are so hungry sleepless smelly constipated and beaten-down that we simply die of lack of will to live.

In New York I'll walk down the street and someone will say 'Nice show ' and that's it. If I'm at a food festival it's open season.

Working at the Food Bank with my kids is an eye-opener. The face of hunger isn't the bum on the street drinking Sterno it's the working poor. They don't look any different they don't behave any differently they're not really any less educated. They are incredibly less privileged and that's it.